For Ron Harris
STARTED AS A SORT OF BAPTISM
WARM WATER ON YOUR HEAD
WANTED A REASON TO CARESS YOUR BEING
TO TOUCH
YOU — YOU NOTHING BUT FLESH ON BONES
A LIVIN’ STICK FIGURE
YOUNG THANG
EYES BRIGHT
DRAWIN’ IN SLOW BREATHS
YOU SIT — ERECT — BETWEEN MY LEGS
THE WORLD AT YOUR FEET
LOOKIN’ LIKE ANCESTORS
COULD BE CHOCTAW — CREEK
COULD BE FON
I ANOINT YOUR HEAD WITH HERBS AND OIL
HONEY DRIPS SWEET IN OUR EARS
SLOWLY OUR BODIES ROCK
MY FINGERS
TWIST HISTORY
TWIST POWER
TWIST CARE
DRAWN TO YOU
THINKIN’ YOUTH
THINKIN’ BROTHER
THINKIN’ LOVER
SQUEEZE MY HANDS
CUPPED GENTLY ON YOUR HEAD
A SUBSTITUTED STOLEN KISS
PLACE A JEWEL IN YOUR HAIR
YOUR CROWN
MY PRINCE
CITY STREET CHARMED
WE MOVE THROUGH ROOMS
CHECK REFLECTIONS
MOON FULL — ITS GLOW A STREETLAMP
ON OUR BACKS IN DARKNESS
WE TESTIFY
AND ALL THE TIME
I’M WONDERIN’
WHAT YOU THINKIN’
EYES CLOSED
SPIRITS SUMMONED
IN CELEBRATION OF OURSELVES
WE CREATE
THROUGH THE NIGHT
SOFT — WIND — SONGS
© B.Michael Hunter 1989
