Her beauty inspires; she is my muse
She creates text, sight and sound
She is my sun who I curl up under
Take in the glow
Warm up from the coldest night that the Pacific Northwest
Could invent
I’d cut off winter hair
Because I’m thinking about the summer, yeah
Going to move to the Midwest
Start a new book and unfold a lawn chair
Cook us a stew and invite your family
Project my love in something filling
And darling if they don’t approve
I’ll gently grab your hand, excuse myself from the table
We’ll create a hallucination
We’ll ride horses through the tall grass
Towards something perfect, something stellar.