Author Notes
upon a rotational spin,
a speck in space and time
such vast circumstances
reduced to the precision of man-made clocks;
we see beyond sight
reckon beyond our reach, measure
vague ponderables–
reason is a lever, long enough
to heft the weight of time
and Venus
so few days apart after so many years in wait
love and loss, heart filled, heart empty
when life is a day glowing like the Sun
from rise to setting , to the spike of light
wisped away, last hiss of a candle
pinched to blackness by the sea.
When you sit near stars that love us from afar
when you are Love, when I want you near
yet you are distant and the end of day
comes to clear the slate I have been given.
When you travel across the space of my heart
and life lifts away, into the space of
mysteries without solution
when you are yet Love, and I
am soon gone;
and Vee-nus!
a name so old, it brings the face
of forgotten Gods, when
ruins were young, when an ancient word
finds new dark-skinned divinity, those curved stone
statues blush envy.
On pavement filled by busy feet in day,
quicker steps in neon red night and
Latin beats, rappin’- booty shakin’
blue jean seams stretched to the point
of sheeeeer delight!
When a smile is a deep invitation, ohhh so fine
in the haze of wine and smoky laughter
She is Love in store-bought hair, half a skirt
deep mascara stares and flirts, a stroll
that melts the Saint within man
and waist moves that mans-up the boy
Muse-ic makes the hips roll, waist
revolve- an orbit of bends and side- to- side slides
a blouse that wears only part of her…
She is a certain kind of Love for few who dare
for every wish of tropical air without cares
oblivion becomes a thing far, far beyond
some hours, some sweet sweat, heavy breaths,
and wanting…“Venus…Baby…”
“come cross the flo’ with me…”
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Howard D.Moore resides in Detroit, MI., USA. He is a writer and government relations consultant. His professional, educational background is in law and public policy. He writes poetry, political and social commentary blogs, literary styles in fiction, poetry, prose,and Eastern forms . He has published two books of prose, and several magazine articles and anthologies. His current projects include a novel, and a book of poetry expected in January, 2014.
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