Alabama Absolution: unquenchable

Alabama Absolution: unquenchable

Process

I wanna whisper somethin

 sweet in your ear

 Something that starts

 a different kind of beat
        that stirs your blood
 I want to feel divine expectation
 suspended in liquid heat.
 I want to taste the salt
       that slips down your back
 and trickles from
the
    tips
       of
my fingers
 only to find its' way
 to waiting lips.
I wanna hear the sound

that orginates

when cool jazz

meets southern fire.

 In other words

I wanna be bathed

     in

       the 

steam

we create.

..

unquenchable

there is a slow turning

of

the

      inside out

revealing more than

the naked

eye

could

  ever

     see

and just like a sloe gin fizz

on a hot Summer's Day

I find

  my unquenchable thirst

     momentarily

appeased

       

Southern Legacy

I remember momma




When the days are gray



and cold



when the late December skies



spit their South Alabama mixture



of ice and snow



kinda like grits



and I’m not sure what it is



about



these days



that brings this melancholy



except the fact, that despite



the cold and the hardship,



the love and the memories of



soothing hands, always manages



to keep me warm.



and she knew this , that although



her children are facing their own



Winters, a mother’s love



always wraps her babies in a warm



Quilt for wintertime.



this is a mother’s legacy



warm memories for Alabama



days when the skies spit their mixture of



Ice and snow



Kinda like grits.