organic

by on November 16, 2008 :: 0 comments

so you organic,
as the woods stoned deep granite
make my soft pink trees panic,

so you organic
and spinning my seasons manic.

oh my organic lover,
hide me under your ocean cover.
you are the fire,
let me be your wick,
deeply organic.

you move
like the wind groove
round the smooth face whose
my hands are fanning frantic,
so you organic.

and so your organic
you make my soft branches panic,
your breeze shakes my leaves
into a frantic.

my ancestral supernova,
awake!
your intergalactic
milky ways
plain make me shake.

bows rain,
sending me chasing your pouch of gold,
and the colors of your prism,
begging this panting organism
to put these lips to existence’s hips,
i exist
only to kiss
your lady himalayas of bliss.

oh miss universe organic,
take me to your nine planets.

you my lover organic,
cover me under your ocean atlantic.
i notice not your december’s devious antics,
call me a hopeless romantic.

but infinite universe organic,
evaporate me like mist to the hearse
of your wide blue attic,
where your hands of white quick sands
steal from my dreams and plans
their roots to these very lands.

and i can spill but one word
with this stick
of ink,
as your sunset pink
organic
i drink.

my ancestral supernova,
awake!
your intergalactic milky ways
plain make me shake.
bows rain
sending me chasing your pouch of gold,
and the colors of your prism,
begging this panting organism
to put these lips to existence’s hips,
i exist
only to kiss
your lady himalayas of bliss.

infinite universe organic,
take me to your nine planets.

(Spring 2004)

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