For all the lady poets whose songs are sung who dance on fire when the night comes who are willing to go to the heart of the matter, whose desires erupt behind the smile who hold secrets and shadows, who can turn you into slick wet stone with one word, one look one touch one tap on the shoulder.
Who hold you between their finger tips roll you into a tightening knot of desire and fear and apprehension and bring home your reality far too clear.
For all the lady poets who know you too well who know that shell who can crack you in a moment and never look back or love you into life or leave you child like stammering and wondering.
For all the lady poets who love you too well who are with you for the moment, know your heaven and hell and open their words on these pages a sweet treat a sweet longing a sweet surrender the lady poets can spin you twist you and put you back on top.
The lady poets hold the keys have the words, vast universes inside, hold on it's an exquisite ride better buckle up hunker down hold on tight without the lady poets I'd never make it through the night.