Yesterday’s perfume, always wild, surrounds us.
We fly blind, foolish, but not old.
Picture this: father time,
Open steel bite spread wide with lust:
A frantic present squirms.
Relax.
Warm, blue night throbs dark and liquid.
Soft universe jiggles with secret pleasure;
It’s feather fingering your supple feline belly.
Live in rhythm.
Flirt,
trust,
drool like a child.
Laugh at the questions,
Slow lip kiss the answers.
Fill my poetry cup with pure
brilliant pool of sacred breath.
Long deep tree grows erect, smooth and skyward.
Our future unfolds one moment at a time.
Will you listen?
Eternity is now.
Breilah (my Hebrew name)
Beth Firestein
January 1st, 1999