Whorls of Red

If you are the world's greatest I'm the shutterbug bagging your every moment Every triumph; Every applause Every glitter in your smile Every sway of your hips Every coruscate; of the corundums in your strides Your every queenly bow of acknowledgment If ever the epic of stage lights besieges you The autumn flicker will be the snapping of my Pentacon Six What lays in the black of your eyes Burns wilder than a wild fire If ever the green winds of change Merge up in whirls of umbrage and surge on to wreck your burgeoning soul May the fabrics that rest on my shoulder Corrode in the brimstone brooks of your tears Together we'll chase shooting stars Until we lose them to the horizons And watch the sun heave off its blanket I will watch the rainbows with you And see you tap energy from the wonders of creation