Seek Peek from Out The Blue after David Adams N'kima Speaks forelock tipped to JoVial Scavenger

He reached down, carressed her scar
and she remembered herself.
This rhyme she did not brush away
or shake, remained like Shaka the lion
She knew she was all ears, should stay.

Ear scratching pleasantly reveals
brain teasing ticklers light as Spring breeze
that begin and end
text messages
or calls from out the brightest blue
dispersing the MUST for inner might, the past's clog logs
fallen, replaced by dialogues
that beetles away from distasteful time-traps,
snub grubs, grab dainty morsels.

Dishevelled, clothes in disarray,
he lay awaiting her return,
patient without watching
the movement of all
the humming of the city,
Internet buzz and double clicks
proving mouse pads
refute the bugs that move
behind the page ink link.

Were they destined for each other
without Bragg_in, bussing to breathe debt free
where playing for time met cusp watershed springs
to and through unpolluted air clear across the ocean.

She knew him not at first, and yet
rode beside window
whispering awakening.

David Arthur Adams N'kima Speaks
I reached up and touched his scar
and he remembered me
This time he did not brush me away
or shake his mane like Numa the lion
He knew I was here to stay.

Ear scratching is pleasant and reveals
many things the same as the wind
that begins and ends
with messages
from the deepest green
the musty odor of the rotting logs
where they have fallen
the beetles that crawl there
the grubs and dainty morsels
all the places I lay in the heat of day
awaiting her to return
whiling and watching
the movement of all
the humming of the forest
the buzzing and clicks
the footpads
the little bugs that move
upon the page of it.

We were destined for each other
The clambering to the upper terraces
where the swaying springs into
the clean air across the chasm.

He did not know me then and yet
I rode upon his shoulder
manu whispering awakening.

(26 February 2012)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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