hope you also enjoy this one....
my Gold Tiger, beautiful, purring boy,
sometimes honey sweetness can destroy.
this is both madness and ecstasy.
i am the prisoner of your memory.
i dream i walk on water red as blood,
stained-glass window sky above.
i strain to hear your silky voice across the waves.
i seek your eyes like lighthouse beacons.
odd Black Bird, me, i charmed you.
i put on the mask of a Dove.
in secret I bask in the glow
of your gaze...passionate, fiery.
your love is intense
makes ugly black feathers singe...
and naked and afraid,
Gold Girl steps forward from the fallout.
There is a vitality, a life-force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. -martha graham