Dancer

Give me the girl blessed with song
who sings me right and sings me wrong
and choirs me when my voice has faulted.

give me her perfect intellect
her grace her sex her wild affect
as she takes my hand and falls with me in wonder.

give me she to tame the heart
of worm, of word, of dinosaur
a champion of care and exploration.

give me her eternal source
to new idea, verse and thought
who'll trade no bore for what is old and proper.

give me what silence cannot slit
a dancing enchanting passionate
mystery, whom even every Buddha would desire.

give me one who needs no aisle
to dance with me for the perfect while
who would swing me when the whips of men hit louder.

behold my straws of field supreme
whom the stormy wind to break must dream
who bends by will and breaks then not by weather.

give me the girl who takes it hard
who flips of gods to see the stars
and burns a rose to smell the dying flower.

give me she who prefers Chanel
who will dress in silk to dine in hell
yet for a glimpse of light sets it all on fire.

give me small and perky tits
an angels face or a devils wits
a finitude forever to be nurtured

give me her perfect shade of eye
whose darkness will outshine the light
who brings each mournful moment into laughter.

give me one who will plunge to death
with no fear, with no regret
who takes my hand to command her final order.

who plays me like an instrument
of will and wave and sentience
who dances me from galaxy to graveyard.

give me her who bear no fate
who'll need but smile at the pearly gates
to defy the lord! and gazelle right into heaven.

give me who I've been looking for
who has got it all and even more
who unites with me and hallows every movement.

give me that perfect opposite
whom I'll love deeper than love commits
give me her and I will still imagine another.