Amen?

When we are of one mind,
when we love on the sly
(on the down-low)
Oooo Oooo Weeee -- my, my, my,
our passion whirls like… like
Kansas tornadoes
hurling trailers just
outside the perimeter
of country woes -- gyrating like… like
Kentucky hailstorms
dropping balls of ice just
inside the protection
of guarded foes -- Swish!,
nothing but a wish
coming true
and much, much net.

When we are of one mind,
when we love on the sly
(on the DL -- of course)
I can just about swear

that we make the very earth
move like a hurricane
that swirls in the Bermuda Triangle.
Or maybe that’s just
my personal angle,
though I definitely am up
for the rocky ride; perhaps even
some Rocky Road
after some heavy loving.

Yet and still
we will keep accomplishing major feats,
tapping our feet and our heels and
moving like the wind (to and fro)
in the same space
allotted us by God… amen?
Amen!, for we all
know there’s no place like home.
 
And where the hell did that big bubble go?

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke