X Poem -Cooke's Chakras

Blue is the tongue flicking on razor teeth
To make sharp utterances
Of honesty, distain and oft times, care

Green is the heart I meet
Good and gentle in circumstances
Muscling tight at times in fear

Yellow is the mellow bonding when we meet
In the morning and later in evenings trances
Yielding emotions which hold me dear

The orange of nurturing in victory and defeat
Knowing of needs through furtive glances
Bonding gestures drawing me near

The flaring red desire, never discrete
Orgasmic in its wriggling dances
Fuelled in passion by wine and beer

Midnight blue, deep as the sea at Crete
Sees through me in all my stances
Three dimensional, front and rear

In the violet of the Cosmos, her head and feet
Heart and soul, forever prances
Jewel of the universe, a mater dear

MWC
October 2001
Nerja