A Poem A Day, Poem #17

you stretch those legs out like pulling flutes
from underneath a low sung lullaby where
a chorus of mother hands collapse on my
head with playfully fingers drizzling yesterdays
and dewdreams to confuse the color of incredible
that quietly opens up a pouring frenzy of thighs pressing
into hips where rhythm meets the secrets of your song's
vibration and the heart meets the bleeding scream of
the rain when the brain breathes a little bang-up delusion
draining from the body like a moving were shining inside
me spreading out like a symphony of a sunshine tsunami
crashing into strawberry-lips seething under the surface of
this sweet storming somewhere sound that like mist eases
weightless water on me