someday when
i am no more
i want my works
to wear a tuxedo or prada,
get a first class ticket
and travel all the
way to the caribbean
for a vacation
making love to her
taste buds with a
glass of margarita
i want her
whoever she will be
to stretch her legs in
the sunshine and give
herself away to the
breeze to cuddle her skin
whether she is
escaping the chaos
of the world to find
rest for her soul
or she just turned forty
and slipped into midlife crisis
or she is on a romantic
trip to spend time
with the love of her life
i want her to pause
at a page i wrote something
that fiercely resonate
with her heartbeat and
scream a long damn!!!
and i swear my dry bones
will hear her
and i will be quickened
beneath the rocks
where i was buried
and come to kiss her
face like god
because i won’t
be known as
just a writer but
as a thunderstorm
not easily tamed or controlled
with so much effort
i will leave behind
words that will show
anybody how
to reveal
the nakedness
of themselves
until they become
comfortable enough
to want to reveal even more