And I didn't even have to ask for it.
Fire inspired eyes, cutting concrete with--
All the goodbyes I've heard echo and play
In little slumber oriented ringlets
Like the moon dropping behind buildings downtown
We sometimes shoot back and forth messages
When you speak a distant wind chime clings
Like when I would run around the poolside
Barefoot in my Alabama sweet home.

Green lipstick, green eyes
Touching fingers, touching eager futures
I stood in the audience and thought
"Could I do this? Could we role reversal?"
You take up pretty words and hang them up by the tale
Tail.
The head, the breast, like a mobile
Spinning and twirling around
As we all gather near the fireside
To perhaps more deeply understand
What one another has seen.

I've known
In my heart of hearts
That I want someone who has something to fight for
Whose got a voice, a unique way of floating
With a sword covered in goodness in vines
Next to my lipstick covered dagger
As a treasure chest opens
My mother kept in my fathers office
A butchers knife my Grandfather Milton carved
For me and my swan hands.

You said with such wisdom
As if you had read or perceived
That I was tied to the swans that reside
Peacefully in the lake
Their long graceful necks and beaks
Silence and glory
You knew and I didn't even have to tell you.

Maybe in time
And if the day ever comes, I'll cozy up next to that fire
In my eyes
When you spell my name out with your rhythms and rhymes
Some soulful croon, that knowing depth
But not with fight
But a peaceful joy, because as we stood looking at the bar
On New Years Eve
Debating what alcohol to engulf next,

Chicago
And the ink wells we dip our quills into
Vibrated and shook
In earnest.