Making Whoopie (in chi)

i swing into the divine crescent of your smile's immensity

comfortable as though sporting blood-red sandals suede soft

and sauntering toward the fascinating fire of an incandescent

africa radiating beauty deep from within your soul's interior

snuggling there in one accord with insistent rhythms irresistible

as fresh sunshine, i nuzzle quiet blushes from the budding

deep tender curvilinear unfolding of your thornless rose

the private dance you flash as you shudder crash

into the dark density of my palpitating chest

triggers rigid response geysering a seminal liquidity

bursting forth into the flesh seam of human life

i stutter shout a surging yes

trembling and tumbling into the receptive wet

that throbbing at the center of god's inviting eye

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