Mind no longer lingers or points fingers
At sad stories that bore grooves into
spaces of riveting freedom and
one’s taste for all seasons.
Om is what I call home.
Avoiding time zones of
temptation to roam
in the genome of catacombs
Stirring cyclones of hormones.
Buzzing within honeycombs and astrodomes.
Revealing her cologne mixing the scent with pheromones.
Allowing the Crone to atone while spreading shalom.
No need to roll boulders only to
damage your lovely shoulders.
We know what is best, come lay on my breast
Creating a bird’s nest, hope chest
Decorate with family crest for eternal rest.
Inviting houseguest with lots of zest
Wearing a life vest to cover her chest
Invest the protest, inquest the arrest
Redress, don’t repress oppress or suppress.
Request to suggest a blood test, to impress
Then we can undressing, caress, decompress
Coalesce with behest careful not to regress
And sincerely invest to manifest the loving quest.