From the tip of her feet
To the utmost of
Her glorious head
And back
I travel.
Sometimes slowly, taking
My gentle time
Other times I race
Up
Down
Back and
Forth (and back)
As if I can't decide
Where we fit best, together.
And always,
Always,,,,
Through it all
The music plays in the background.
It is the soundtrack
To our decades-long love affair,
The Golden Lady,
and Me.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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