Vibration

Dark nights remind me of you.

And the color of red and purple.

The thrash of an akward leg writhing 

Over the other,

And as they open;

A hiss that spirals like Egyptian silk,

Blood bit from a lip,

Black smoke from a cigarette.

The night swells like a balloon. 

Filled with water ready to pop.

This night like a million more,

Has yet to burst and erupt...

In public or alone.

Very late or very early.

When I write my poems.

A piece of you; that, I carry somewhere.

Tugs and pulls at me and hopefully you.

So we can have that tug of war hummed rope.

Who is best at jump rope. May we hum.... 

And be humbled by our vibration.

Oh how we hummed- Don't you think!?

Didn't we??? Oh, how we hummed!