In Communal Motion:
That's The Way Love Goes
within the space of oneness, the now-time, the imagining
of alternate realities & the wrestling to shape life
into a long dream, extended tension-release moments
initiated out of the throes & ecstasies of creative giant steps
intuitively leaping mundane changes past kleptomanic anguish
deep into the high pleasure of giving, of growing up & out
into the world, toughly, tenderly touching & being
touched, exhibiting the health of humbleness yet hearty
enough to trek unafraid south & east fleeing the north forty
back into the people pulsing spirit-heart of
what our enemies perceive as dreaded darkness, but
without the noise of english smutting the atmosphere,
the vibrations of song our only speech, dance
our locomotion, soul-filling intra-communications,
finger snap & the easy slide-dip of the hip slicing
of human gods gliding grace through evening air
going somewhere with blue gardenia-ed women & red/purple
male joys smiling shoulder high, encircled
in rhythmic enrapturement, arms hugged up tight
in direct contact with broad chests & jutting breasts,
dance/stepping to the top of the thrill of being just so
—kalamu ya salaam