Shehe is like baby's skin
And breath after a nap
While mom was
Baking white chocolate chip
Macadamia nuts in the kitchen
And biting down into them
Just after they had cooled down enough
To melt in my mouth
Shehe is like
The electric tang of
Lightning first smelled
Then with intake of breath
That copper battery
Tingle on the tongue.
Shehe is like
The gentle snow
Falling in the dark of
A long winter's night
Muffling every fear
In a white blanket
Shehe is like a full
Orchestra out doors
And the part where
The crescendo reaches
The crack of thunder
In the perfect place.
Shehe is like the rush
Of life
Jumping out of
An airplane
Knowing the
Chute would open
And trusting
Shehe is a warm fire
Crackling snuggled
In my favorite
King sized black
Micro-fibered blankey.
Shehe is
Is Cherry Pie
All American red
Like on Wonder Woman's
Outfit…
Shehe is the blues of the sea
Deep and shallow
Together like
The islands in the
Caribbean.
Shehe would move
Like Wonder Woman
Strong, sure,
And graceful.
Shehe would be like
A dancer lost
On the stage
Forgetting they are
Being watched
Dancing in front
Of the world
But dancing only
And truly
For herself.
