we got a mystical funk

we got a mystical funk
by Gena Begley
And the groove
of your hip
was made for a palm
like mine
to place
to hold
and to submerge my prints
beneath your skin
right in
to your very
bone.
The grooves of
your bones
carved out like
notches on
a bedpost
but I don’t
mind
that your skin drapes
like cheap fabric
over your
shoulders.
When the grooves
of the bass
thrumming like
a blues heartbeat
out of your speakers and
into my chest
I know
I’ll be here
in the morning.

0 thoughts on “we got a mystical funk

  1. Funkadelic! Love the similes in the 2nd stanza. “The grooves of
    your bones
    carved out like
    notches on
    a bedpost
    but I don’t
    mind
    that your skin drapes
    like cheap fabric
    over your
    shoulders”. I like how the physical meshes with the figurative/spiritual in this piece and leaves me with the impression of life experience seeping into us and altering our bone-structure.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqWP1rsAMrw

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