If she spins on her black hi heels,
her outstretched arm swinging that
silver jangling bracelet,
and pointing her finger right at your heart,
then you will have a reason to smile.
If you are naked enuf of course.
The cold angles of her speech hide
the pulsing curves of her heart.
But when your gratitude registers,
her clothes might as well have fallen off
given the surprise showing thru her smile.
Gratitude makes room for both of you.
She wants a lover, more than she admits,
but wont sell her respect for a
fleeting moist moment. Not to anyone.
But you can reach her, as deep as you want,
if you harbor no intent, and
simply offer adoration.
Do you want love bad enuf to not reach for it?
Dancing enlivens her soul, and
brings up her longing to be held.
But the garden path from dance hall
to bedroom will never appear
until she laughs so hard
that her heart breaks open
inviting you to tea, and touch,
and other such, that wont
be told to anyone.
So polish your crown,
comb the mane of your stalwart steed,
and stow your armor for other times.
This royal lady harbors a courtsey
to be offered to only a man of
noble soul, sharpened wit, and
sentiments that adorn his love with
affection even the gods do envy.
She has a destiny, this goddess in disquise.
Under storm tossed bed clothes her
heart will erupt with laughter;
her arms will reach out, and in taking
will give times 10 in return.
The big rock shudders as she
opens her heart; the two-leggeds
turn towards the sound of reeded pipes,
and all know that her touch
has once again freed music in the land.
She has awoken and the world is healed again.
Oh, watch her spin on those black hi heels.
(8/17/01 - Tom C)
