Simmering Pieces

Cubes of ice in hot tea

     melting, molding, moving

     ballerinas of uncertain motion

     toes twirling in passion

     sluggish thunder of words

Cubes of ice in hot tea

     molten, shaped by imagination

     manufactured souls with no control

     reflections heaved and hurled

     gentle petals of words propelled

Cubes of ice in hot tea

     no stillness here, musings flow

     shadows deepen, explosion ignites

     wind inhaled and poetry expelled

     earth moving in spiritual ways

Cubes of ice in hot tea

     epiphanies leaping under drunken skies

     stripped thoughts bared and stroked

     magenta wine flowing adrift in words

     door of creativity opens, I enter in.