Its every girl I’ve lived with…
Mostly.
It’s every woman in power…
Rarely.
It’s every nurturing mother…
On occasion.
It’s every sympathetic shoulder…
Frequently.
It’s every ‘good time’ drinker…
Too often.
It’s every wizardress of words…
My dream.
It’s every experimentation…
Whoops!
It’s every curious student…
Hardly ever.
It’s every kind, warm soul…
Once. (But we were better as friends)
It’s every gaze I meet –
Your hands
Touch me;
You laugh forgivingly.
Your mind cautiously choosing what to say next…
In line for everyone that comprehends and finds artistic creativity; defends her psychological intelligence, personal mantra and strength…
She’s out there….
Waiting for me.
Dead Brown Bird 