Hurricane Swirl

....another poem from the past

A HURRICANE SWIRL

 

can I be a hurricane

that swirls insanely into your life;

whose hypnotic winds

play tag while laughing

through your now tousled hair

and lifts you into a sigh filled din,

while tingling your erotically-shaded skin.

can I be a hurricane

disrupting your life

leaving everything outta place

and feeling like the tension

found floating calmly

on the ivory of a Nora Jones song;

or the movements of Monk’s fingers

felt as you roam in his swing.

disruptions that make everything right

~~~

this hurricane swirl

is not a “love jones” twirl,

a disturbance whose momentary tingle

more often leaves confusion

illusion

and a world of tears.

this hurricane is more the heart beat

captured in the fires of change;

the motion within the imperfect way

a touch can raise goose bumps on naked skin

and words become a metaphorical zephyr

whispering Haiku

on a star-filled whim.

this hurricane plays in Monoceros

seeking a Winter Rose

blooming in the star-fields

of the Milky Way;

where hurricane winds

create new stars

and a stellar rose.

born in disruption,

this Rosette is held gently

for you to touch.

~~~

can I be the hurricane

swirling insanely into your life

whose swirling laughs,

sing Haiku with your name, as

my fingers caress your skin

while tingling

the love within your soul.

 

~~redzone~~

Author's Note

....thank you for reading. A poem I found in one of my notebooks.