You cocked your head to the side
And parted your lips slightly to show a sly smile

Slowly, you raised your lightweight shirt
To show the words that would be permanently sketched on your body

Forever

Your body is a canvas
and you decorated it like so

It's beautiful.

Four bold gypsy warriors
bonded when very young.
Neither darkness nor the roaring wind
could make them come undone.

The four became like sisters,
like mothers to the young.
to outsiders they were terrors
and they vowed to be as one..

From the time that they were children
They sang, they played, they prayed.
They claimed each others friendship
in ways  time can’t blot or fade.

The winds of change could separate,
-but only physically.
Each bold brave gypsy warrior
retained true empathy.

Life gave both tears and laugher;
happy times and desperate days.
At times they felt like wanderers
trapped within a maze.

Then, when the days were darkest
one would pick up the phone
and summon a companion
for things you shouldn’t face alone.

Once more now they’re together.
Shared dreams and kindred hearts
Four bold brave gypsy warriors
against the wind and dark.

you gave me sand beneath my feet,
and let me sink into this sanity.
falling down, hands on knees,
on ice, you let me slip.

the tip of my tongue was tied,
head turned the other direction
until the whiplash came to me,
snapping
in an instant, my neck
back into place.

i thought it cruel
(and i also thought i was wise)
but before the screeching stopped,
i thanked you.