It’s not because of not you
just my mind side-stepping
for a couple of syncopated beats

let’s talk the modern man
after shaves and attitudes
breathing fresh weeds
growing beneath a golden sun

and some deep-blue-green
ocean-fed sky arching
the circle of my mind’s eye
Me on calm moving meadows

philosophizing ,watching ants
building micro-empires
for now and a boot’s blow

Oh baby with your red-eyed strands
of velvety umbilical cords
climbing into melting-down skies
if I kissed your hair
would you even notice?

Poetry by Gurkski