Ode to the Bikini

Tangible object
What a Word!

There’s a bike in it
and akin is a kin
A Bi and an in

It feels the eye
With a picturesque blue sky
A green sea
An island, a beach, tropical glee
There’s bright hidden color

Volcanic mounts
Waterfalls and valleys
honey and juice
And center-soft coconuts
electrifying, fried fish soul

An island’s name, a bomb that shook
A white fantasy from the blue sky
soothing limejuice. bright red. bouncing yellow
polka dotted like Archie or Richie

Bikini
There’s jaws in it
And Sharon’s stone
And Ursula before she was Andressed
Jamaica, Goa and Samoa
does not discriminate colors

only brightens
like statistics
what they reveal is suggestive,
what they hide is vital!

Bikinis make women, Hollywood
And a day at the beach tolerable

lady

dark steed under castle gates
lady! i know when i have lost
look at my wounds as the wind soothes & tears them
look at my colour black as the night

my shining star i have crossed egypt arabia nile
sands thistles palms thirst blood heart breaks
so that i can stand before your eyes…but saturn

in the skies has created a new ring that i cannot penetrate
a star in mid heavens seventh from the sun that may
render me over-dressed in armour and over-armed and useless

all i seek to say for a knight and a pirate crossed seven oceans
to find truth has seen truth but possession is not my intent
if its not yours. one loving gaze can colour my coming dreams