MAYMAHI XTRAAA: IT IS ALL A WAVE

* FOR PAZ, A  PRESENT of THE LAST DAY IN MAY
It is all a wave
between going and coming
and becoming.
Tongue is desire
and so is language,
Shaping our word
in the form and figure
of a wave.
Fluttering in our heart and wings
Not as flat anymore
but bending and bouncing
and trouncing.
It 'll all start
before it starts
in oblivion.
Then sets our skin on flames
in the very first gaze,
When it ends
after it ends.
Sharp is our tongue
for desire
And so is our spicy language,
The language of love.
It is all a wave
Into a wave
waving wave
Crying hard in silence
silencing in cry.
Love is flying floods
of water wave
gushing at dawn
in our dwelling
of rushing happy hours .
O Baby!
31 MAY 2011