photo by Alex Lear

In Communal Motion:

That’s The Way Love Goes

within the space of oneness, the now-time, the imagining

of alternate realities & the wrestling to shape life

into a long dream, extended tension-release moments

initiated out of the throes & ecstasies of creative giant steps

intuitively leaping mundane changes past kleptomanic anguish

deep into the high pleasure of giving, of growing up & out

into the world, toughly, tenderly touching & being

touched, exhibiting the health of humbleness yet hearty

enough to trek unafraid south & east fleeing the north forty

back into the people pulsing spirit-heart of

what our enemies perceive as dreaded darkness, but

without the noise of english smutting the atmosphere, 

the vibrations of song our only speech, dance

our locomotion, soul-filling intra-communications,

finger snap & the easy slide-dip of the hip slicing

of human gods gliding grace through evening air

going somewhere with blue gardenia-ed women & red/purple

male joys smiling shoulder high, encircled

in rhythmic enrapturement, arms hugged up tight

in direct contact with broad chests & jutting breasts,

dance/stepping to the top of the thrill of being just so

—kalamu ya salaam