Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

my mind is perpetual motion
my body sometimes lags behind
pulls up the rear, and sometimes
it comes to a dead halt, but
that cannot stop my cerebral waltz
through mystical sunsets
my mind gliding like Astaire
on a a new age surfboard
whoops, I got a glimpse
of a familiar zombie
walking by the hall mirror

but I dump that thought,
hear sweet melodies, smell
the ganga at the top of the stairs
heavy duty breathing, waves
of erotic tapestry woven
on hot afternoons, I travel back
think of the creativity
the art of shared sweat
I smile

The trip goes on...