Watts my Romance?

To: Whomever it concerns.

Plug me into an electrical socket
charge me up, link me to the positive pole
far away from that opposite anode.

Electrons do the running
down to the core of my wiring
from less to more
filling vacancy occupied by dried up cells before.

Enough leaking of energy
wrong conductors, drained batteries-

Usher my voltage ninety-nine times higher
With power enough to amp up an entire empire!

Break my circuit during a current overflow
But know how, to jump me when I’m low.

Be harmonic with me
While I run with your frequency
So when we are together
we amplify in physical and electrical chemistry.

Then, on occasion when counts go low
we got nothing to worry.

Insulation
holds our glow-
in copper wires,
despite
tired bodies and
wounded intimacy.

a Spring Tune

My palate numb
to tastes of spring,
chilly pepper, salt
droplets down on
rosy petals.

My mouth dry
with water of life,
olive oil, vinegar-
bourn down
waterfall out
glimmer, glitter, glam
slithering through
fingers, thighs
tongue-woven weaves

Seasons bring
birds and bees
humming
tunes of a daydreamer’s
goggle-
rainbows
through tinted windows!

All trees good
All flowers beautiful
Sensory overload
Be careful.

Soba, chilled

Insatiable tongue dives
into a tangy wasabi pond
slosh, splatter
seaweed, scallion intertwined
a mincing race to my sinus
Competition to win grimace over
to twists of green and elbony.

Plastic chopsticks
make history
click away, devour
fusion in time
culture in bowl
Soba, chilled-
down middle April,
Chicago- hot and fabulous.

The Dreamer

©vtai2012

Once you find your shoulders dropping
And your speech gets slow and hazy
You better change your way of being
Before you found your brain got lazy
You can build a better future when you join the winning team
If you desire a bright tomorrow, you must build a brighter dream

Common, Maya Angelou
The Dreamer

Living question.

©vtai2012

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue.  Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.  And the point is, to live everything.  Live the questions now.  Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer.”

Rainer Maria Rilke
Letters to a Young Poet