Grammar ain't a Bitch

This language is dancing

and I
only brought
two left feet.

This language is dancing and
its fire
is spreading
out
across the floor.

Its sex is forefront, brazen,
full form.

Its body is thick.
Its curves come erect.
This language is dancing,
finite.
Intense.

Fever

the red moon is falling all over
and the insects
the creatures and people
all buzz

the traffic grows louder
the colors, the clothing
grows louder

women’s legs
everyday
smooth
ankles running up to asses

and my eyes climb and fall
eyes climb
fall
just for the thrill of the look

old men sitting
by rivers and channels
rods to the wind
lines drawn back then
thrown

into the river
reels cast
reels sit
waiting for victory
a tug
the thrill of the catch

new season
and the moon falls all over