MY KIND ... (or The Milk of Tao)

11/29/15. edited 12/1/15

My kind of company:

the artistic speak-easy lime-light

underground

weaving through brick boxes

the four walls the carpet/floor

up on eaves that hide the heavens

kept quiet like the caged bird

is

flying as it twitters / sings

past pretty prisoned things...

But my kind, he cradles freedom

waltzing through the walls

metaphoric boxes and coffins

our vision

in a waltz, as if the small of her back

were bass strings, gentle passion chords

touch  like braille to blind meaning

while the left hand above the head

always cups hers / perfect spoons

(we fit like a glove)

And my kind, again

she is a smile, like Divinci's fortune

her love like Mona Lisa's,

is

kept secret (a curve of the lips)

while the vanity in affairs with airs

of eyes, wagging tails, and talk, swells

the lovely song soon touch

beloved

all the feeling --ethereal and divine

as the shadows chime red wines

and woes the proclivity

of cages and walls and time...

withheld / kept / proper

abeyance with antique shoes

is

unmoved to bother

But my kind

goes on so,

they dance, and they tango

and all are moved as any who glance

upon great poetry

or taste du cuisine

from the heart

springs / of the art / sings

a gentle breeze on an August day

whirling passerby

cooling the sweat from brow & nape

sharing the shade

a refreshing drink

the milk of Tao

my kind of character,

a kind friend I think,

is

accepting

is unapologetic

compliments

one

      another...

                        [Fingers snapping,

                                      a starry eye winks]

*P.S. : Love and happiness, acceptance, kindness in understanding - this is what I mean by "milk of Tao" or the manna of life.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

love the reading of this ... tasting each word .. the interwoven poetic tools ...the eternal and the moment ..a good read for me
E.
ps. do i sense a bit of sarcastic humor in those closing two lines? :)

[Butch Decatoria]

The first paragraph, lime light underground, connects to the last image of a beatnik applause ... as though someone had just finished a performance (whether a dance or a spoken word) within a small space that holds the perfect crowd of friends... sharing chai tea, and all beautiful things... thanks for stopping by to read.

[Einstein Noodle]

ahhhhhhhhhhhh! got it! thanks for clarifying .. i miss whole points at times :} to my loss ;)
E.

[Ed Hart]

well, here's a shift in dimensions, a vacation in the play of sure-fingered words. a song with a tango beat

[Butch Decatoria]

Thanks, I think... tho my words here are still sure fingered, it is a departure from the gloaming and the greys of damning men, no more wasted wretching of darkling thoughts, this one is as honestly me or the me that I had hoped to be or soon will be... thanks again, Ed, 'nuff said...