Sexy Mama Tank Of Love

Hey y'all,

This is a poem by my good friend David Delisca. He's a terrific Toronto (by way of West Palm Beach) spoken word poet who has his own blog - Say Word Say Peace - on my blogroll over to the right. This is a piece of his he recently posted on facebook called Sexy Mama Tank OF Love.

Before you begin, realize this is exactly the type of lyricism that I crave and that captivates my wild mind, but that's not to say it isn't beautiful poetry. Take it in, I think it's a wonderful way to end the year. :)

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Sexy Mama Tank Of Love

Last night,
I had the sexiest dream
I dreamed that you: AKA "the greatest person all-time"
and me: AKA "the guy that always occupies you in his mind",
drove in my 1978 Ford Pinto
to Nevada
so that we could elope in Vegas.
Then we traveled to Madagascar for our honeymoon and started our own hot air balloon business...

We ran away, from home
You, from an undecided university major
Me, from a dead-end job stapling paper
We became spinners of our own world
with forever falling in our favor

You crossed your fingers and hoped that Elvis would be at the chapel
But the only King there
was the King of all midgets named Bert
Who was a witness to our nuptials
We witnessed Bert's corny jokes,
unyielding sexual innuendo,
and how you accidentally poked into his "babe radar"
Because he made you giggle insanely
My ego was hurt considering
I was 6'2 large being out-macked
But a dude 4'2 small

So, to get away from it all, we teleported to Madagascar
Then things got contorted and it fast forwarded, all of sudden...

We had our hot air balloon business..
Our balloons even had names.. Mines was called "Betsy Blues"... Yours was called "Sexy Mama Tank of Love"
Obviously, more people wanted to fly with you.

It was all good tho
You was great at lifting people
Business was booming
You uplifted my purpose
Love was blooming
Forever felt so soon

We found out that "You haven't had sex" until you have had hot-air balloon sex
Mammals mating in the sky
Sucking each other breath in the air up there
The Good Life,
We examined the atmosphere as well each other

I told you to put your arms around me, let's walk across the bridge of sunshine
To cloud number 9
We tango dance on that cloud, naked in our own skin
Engaging rhythm in our limbs,
Resting into each other's eyes

You felt beautiful and that is what you are
Way more than just ordinary beautiful
You eyes were like two stars gleaming
Scratch that,
The stars reflected your eye gleams
Your skin glistened like priceless melanin crystals...
Your smile bit me tenderly
I drank your love like an infinite fountain of melon nectar
I'm never getting full

That was my dream
I don't know what it means
What it foresees but...
I wake up next to you and I must ask you before ever becomes never

Do you...

Wanna get married?.. And run away?... Sexy mama tank of love

(c) 2009 David Delisca

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