“As if Light Were Liquid”

I follow her aspiration
To waltz to the winds
And laugh at the wiggling butts of bees

She follows my eyes
Eyes so telling
I want to do with her what light does with Lē‘ahi

So like chamomile in this cold
I hold her close
Or least I try

And we dance

At times with blind passion, mistake, and finesse
All to a band I’ve never heard before
All to a song I’ll never hear again

But perhaps I’ll return
To play the music and wiggle my butt
Just as I hope you are the wind – still here

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