CALM Publishing

DROP DEAD GORGEOUS

 

Drop dead gorgeous

Looking for a home

Baby full of Venus

Speaking softly with shy eyes

Yoga pants yelling for attention

And with hands of a roaming Navajo

Warm and of the earth I touch her face gently

Yet tinged with spiritual knowledge

Like how to ascend a ladder

That isn’t visible

Like how to calm a mind

Then can be temperamental

            How they do that is unclear

            Even to the practitioner

            Not a move or a position

            Not a word in an empty ear

            Not just a kiss from soft lips

            Or the expressive eyes

            Of a meditating master

Perhaps a combination

Maybe it’s me and her

Maybe the spinning cosmos will

Bring Polaris into focus

And she too can be the center

Of a spinning galaxy

If only just for an hour or two

            Bringing it to sharp focus

            That all good lasts.

            All the best we did

            The most perfect moments –

            They last

            Somewhere in our mutual consciousness   

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