How right you are, love,
words are not at all necessary,
but without them i haven’t a chance to tell you,
“i love your every breath.”

If it’s games you wish to play
i am not at all interested,
for i am a trickster at heart,
and we coyote play for keeps.

I’ve got it, ***,
and i know you have as well;
i was not mistaken...

In unfolding those tiny pedals,
around your inner little girl,
and stealing just a glance,
of that bumpin' love,
you keep underneath:

Radiant woman!
dancing,
through these empty streets.
i will walk you home.