February 12, 2007
to my partner in crime;
motions make meaning when you glide to the beat.
kitty cat paws push the very air to the side,
clearing space for your pin-up girl smile.
sweetness and giggles fold into claws and tattoos.
beauty rests beside you in waves of clear...blue...eyes.
ice cold in the sun yet strength supports you
in echoing heat waves.
your fire burns bright.
i feel the heat and the soft soulfull quietness you radiate.
the Queen in you does well when we two are on the prowl.
make waves why dont you!
with a flick of the wrist the tides recoil
exposing their sandy treasures for your viewing pleasure.
but with the smallest frown the sky turns grey,
with a laugh the mountains erupt in hot firey tremors.
the ground cracks under our leaps,
hand in hand the desert is our playground.
i remember your white flowing gown and Amazonian headdress,
that sillhouette, so other-worldly set against neon dragons and giant musical flowers.
close your eyes and squeeze hands with me,
lets dance to soundwaves the size of hurricanes.
but we dont crumble or quake,
we stand tall like stone guardians, like sisters, like Women.
Feel your beauty, dont forget it,
cause at times you and i hold the world in our hands
and make dreams into reality.
