SHOW ME MORE

show me a picture so I may envision a tale
as azure as the dreams of humanity's slumber
when all good folks slide from reality's grip
or maybe the hue of a moonless sky
devilishly smoked as crow stew and
black licorice tapioca delight

sing to me with a voice not mine
in sultry gentleness that suggests a calm
flutter of orchestrated flight
under a moon's revealing gaze
or maybe a course due of pickaxes
laboring with prideful lust, of
grateful hands toiling in tune

place on my tongue a flavor of your desire
velvety smooth, wet, quenching the palate
an exquisite elixir of fairy's brew
or tickle the buds with tartful play
brackish bitterness and burning spice
reminders of those who have little
to choose in their next meal

caress my palm with a passing breath
so I may feel the miracle in life's simplest
perfunctory duty bringing sensual pleasure
or so I may giggle over the ticklish torture
teardrops shedding pains no longer endured
upon the winds of promise and fortune

do for me what I cannot do myself
provide new meaning to old possibilities
satiate the need to be more
see more
feel more
taste more of the fantasy beyond
reality's austere hold on
me

2011, Paolo Mateo et al