Off the dome
steadily separating the ruckus discourse
One hand also
Through the recessed cuff
Waving fingers of Sugar-mapled experience
that nullify the arguments
that you can't be touched;
That progress can't be reached
In our lifetimes
Words ringing through the stirring
Of a reverberating pinky
but most certainly through the directness
of mind
That is commonly known,
Seldom accepted, woefully Feared 
But secretly admired
These Master plans
and their benefits
Clearly enunciated
To let the living ,
Live Longer;
The mind
retain balance;
And the sick,
override the limits of ailment
All in exchange
only for the sake
Of respect
That others may live
In their own paradise
That equity through sovereignty and amnesty
Be known and acknowledged
 For it is their right
Without costing you
A portion of occupied comfort
With no need for a gram of worked land,
for a grain of sand leisured

Between the red and blue
Is it two on the nose?
On the branching path under beholden
Sleuth
Mood lit dance to persuade,
That dirt thrown in haste
The sediment
of mud-layered
Set outside 3 to 4 point 0 extremes 
Within
encase
the building blocks
of an amethyst aesthetic
Doing what you want with what you have
As long as the process is fun
The end result
what you want
The outcome
close to your hopes

Windshield wipers exert their best
Holding out hope past the dusk,
Rigid steering holds course
 the wills wield the wheels grounding club
Rolling ambitions for the floor,
Where the choice be the bar at the roof
Topped by soft respite in the callous breeze
Carrying amber notes through the concrete roots
Reverberating Bass burgeon OOo000s
That vertically engulf & hula hoop
 the shimmering shoulders and vivacious hips
Tiki-taki swaying like island trees
Dance fevers pitch escalates
Sweat beads on fabrics
Fresh salt wicking away
Melanin illuminated
The temperature is simmering 
Over on the glass stove
A row of potent remedies
The handles elaborate
A hand Strone from the emptiness
Demanding attention
Between awaiting patrons
with a card and a smirk
Asserting on the amicable ambience
Ordering a drink for two,
One un-be-knowingly glassed,
for you
purveyor of the parched
The bar is wet
The potion slides to your grip
But was it water or slime on which it slid?
And do you have the first sip?
Wink, enjoy, groove to the payee’s insistent patronage
Question the abrupt thoughts of an empty stomach
Elbow pardon your way to the water closet (W.C.)
Hold your head,
Wonder if the last one
Was tainted with finagled intents?
 

A reach at a red-thighed mirage
Amazonian-kissed epidermis
White linen ready vestiges
That daintily wave
To indicate
A mutual struggle
A similar closeness to surrender
A fellow desert traveler
A potentially trustworthy partner
To confide in the quest to quench
the parched caricature
of genuine connection
Yet the unfiltered blue light of the daytime commute
The locomotive norms, mores and folk ways of
Minding your own business,
playing it cool,
Respecting the bodies of strangers
Have cast away the ring, middle and index
fingers
Leaving the hands up in arms
With only
pinky and thumb
To reach for an amends 🤙🏾🤙🏾

Be to your partner what a nose ring is to their face
Confidently displaying what confidence your partner brings
More than an ornament too an already bejeweled lace
More than a statement piece
More than a metal thing
Be a shiny statement of stylized rebellion without the trend
A matching set of matte memos that tell the world
The self work
Was already in motion
the outward love
is already in play