quiet enough for thunder to make its bed

we might , a tois,
share the cups all evening
good wine, strum guitar & she sings.


but it's upside down
gravity pulls the drink
from six lips. begin

in the Divine, grow
with love and support
in the end express through us. 


this flesh
this spirit
this god




just , u know
believe in  yourself
what we could be

but you don't want to you're
full of scimitars and samovars
cloisonne eggs,