I tiptoe leap,
A leggy ballerina,
Alp to alp in Switzerland
And twirl on every mountaintop.
In the west, I see my heart
Billow like a mainsail
Out in front of a pirate ship,
(For surely it's been stolen),
And now I turn and Fosbury Flop
Over the moon and all my clothes
Are flying off. They are no match.
By landfall I'm as naked
As the day that I was born.

I've landed in a pea shell
In the pea patch of the soul,
And the warmth I feel
Is not the sun with all it's might
Or other germination in the garden that's occurring,
But simply you,
And the love of sharing
This pea pod made for two.

-jenn