If You Want To Improve,

don't be afraid to be foolish and stupid (Heroditus) When I first met her I knew there was something she gave me a spontaneous drumroll ascending to creative spirit she gave me passion petals potential riddles and irrasistable dreams a hallelujah in my heart could she hear it? she gave me hopefull hump into the night always delivered with style like jousting with a flying kite wholding energy all the while, she gave me supernatural second sightings continual cocktail lightenings whirling dizzying dance exclusions all leading to this conclusion: I was half - glass empty bored drunk and crazy when she appeared, I was darkly deep down where there is only silence I was alone personified until our alliance Alone with just my dog and weekend child So simple a life, so mild I never would have guessed she was to be my wife An exotic beauty with twinkle and belly dance of fine gratuity she soaked me entranced like a sponge in the starving Sun (I had truly thought She was the ONE!!) she gave me wringing hands around midnight, bottleneck bands of anxious light, everfalling hourglass sands seemingly never hitting bottom, burried under legless hands and an empty drawer full of condoms, she gave me superflous frustration rafting hills of insecure persperation nervous to even be alone with my solitary self atop my pre determined destination on Susana's Shelf