Thursday, April 19, 2007

Poem #109 of 365

As the hips and buttocks sway in front of me
there is a gentle alignment of mirth with the
maximum goal of swelling smooth. And the
swills and sips have inundated, we are as one
intoxicated. Alas, the floor is soaking wet.

In one glass, we merge and blend, the great
mixed squeeze and wink. A bubble of one
in a curvy tumbler, we dance half-asleep
in the night of foam. It is one big liquid
thing, the body mass, surging and twirling,
light and low.

We might impulse as huge, the bubble
en masse and careen up to the roof. Or
we could instead blink pop our minds
and bring ourselves to stop, aware of
sticky lubricated shoes.

(watching the beautiful people dance to the music of Sleeplab at Embargo)

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez


ShoeGirl said...

Did I tell you I loved your CD?? Thanks again!

a.k.a. sunlit doorway said...

Glad you enjoyed it. I"m ready to get back into a band, performing onstage with musicians again.

Thanks for the feedback.


Steve-O said...

That stuff is hot!

Just found your blog and I'm happy to add it to my regular rotation. I need more poetry in my life.

a.k.a. sunlit doorway said...

Gracias, Steve.

This 365 poems project is kicking my ass--but in a good way. Staring down a blank screen and having to produce/erupt something which is published immediately online is one scary prospect.

Which reminds me....erupt. I had a dream about being in the shadow of an active volcano that, it felt like Guatemala or Salvador or Honduras...hmmm, what could this dream have meant?

Steve-O said...

To see a volcano in your dream, indicates that you are unable to control emotions, particularly if the volcano is erupting. The end result may be damaging and hurtful.

I got that from the dream dictionary

You should check it out. I don't know if I believe any of it. But it sounds good.

Also, I read your Friday the 13th poem and loved it. Keep plugging away. I'm discovering lots of good stuff in here.