Leblon-Ipanema-Copacabana: Rio de Janeiro
Blessed
sand form of glass speckling clothes
insensate particle of
time you skirt
over
the earth flitting draping
O-cean insatiate being your salt waters divulge in our veins
creatures from the depths
The
energy field around your lofty-peaked
Mountains accumulate over time receiving sun’s rays
Trees miraculous lush—beacon of greenlight purespirit
cathedral of sounds august ethereal mindstrings
Eyelashes lips
earth mountains of breasts valleys of buttocks
magnificent g-strings entrusting all to look
Sun lifegiver
entreat us to love the earth as we all should
~
Rio
the river a name for a city
mistakenly named is tender
in the mornings
How
to find the names of places visited never revisited?
How
to shovel away at our lives to find the smallest particle representative of the
whole
what is dearest?
Backs
to sand we listen to dreams and
nightmares
The
smells of ocean sand &
sex at the beach
samba heart beating
Bodies
pulsating gyrating
Such delirious happiness
Cariocas cavort in preparation for Carnaval
Samba
music carries hips & buttocks throbbing at nanoseconds Cariocas feasting
on lyrics & sweaty
skin one another’s
touch beat within the beat musicians bleating throbbing
blowing strumming
~
So many colors under the
sun so many suns: Portuguese moonskin
potatochipskin mulatto skin black skin & the world
sees itself a mosaic of
flaming rain
Garota de Ipanema a cheap joint where artists sit & drink
to death
next to hills that jut
into air
of mist & men &
women running
~
Not
of this earth both dead & alive
closest
to the gods to God crosses borders walking on water
A life led in many places
simultaneously
