Counterpoint

Brash salt, blatant sugar,

subtle olive oil.

Biting coffee, red rush of wine,

pungent spices and mellow.

Easy cream, straightforward

almond crunch.

Painfully knotted thigh muscles

striving then strumming,

Joyfully deep lungs without

brain-tickling smoke,

And ghost rings pinching and

         knucklebones cast--

Oh! Layered humanity

never born in sin!

Sense and thought are exactly God and

consciousness, the discourse of divinity.

LKS   19 Mar 2014