I hear the prairie in your voice,
and the open country breeze behind it.
Me, I am always sticking to my smoothies and salads--
my rabbit food, but the truth is,
I'm something else entirely.
Out of the blue, you say something hilariously vulgar,
and there we are, laughing like two blue angels
who got kicked out of Heaven.
Compared to how I feel myself from within myself,
I am this great heavy horse of a girl--
I feel like there must be highway bridges with more grace.
I start to feel down, but then something I say pleases you,
and I could float around the room for the sheer simple joy of that.
If I could wrap myself in this feeling, what might I emerge as?
I expressed all of this to you, once,
and you said, "Baby, why would you think you're not beautiful?"
That was when I first felt it,
an uncomplicated and natural unfolding of my heart,
when, because you love me, I go peaceful on the leaf of my life,
and something marvelous inside of me spreads,
colorful wings out,
then out again, in a way that I was surely born for.
for Fireblossom Friday.