Livin’ the Beat✍🏼

Writing for success

(Warmth caress my flesh),

Envelope my crevices

with every savored breath.


Inhale my success

& (Take a taste of me);

You’ve never had a sweeter

linear feel of ecstasy.


Pentameter prose,

Free verse with viral vision,

Limerick lines in nature,

Rough rhymes beget division.


It isn’t over yet…

(The best is yet to come);

The spirit truly lives the beat

For all our pleasures done.


Photo by Trust "Tru" Katsande on Unsplash

-originally written circa 2007