he poetry stopped
when the passion ebbed
and redefined itself
burbling gently
like a pot
coming to a boil.
The steam rises
on my muse.
The feelings
roil and erupt.
Redefinition
is complete:
a granite block
that
shifts ...
a shape-changer, always
granite, solid, sure
but metamorphosizing
to become ... a bench
for a tired life-crawler
or a colorful kite
for soaring spirits,
glowing embers
when cold shoulders
chill our lives,
a womb
in which to curl
nurtured,
a laugh
a tear
an orgasmic feast
a wing on which
to soar.
Redefined --
limitless.