ALBATROSS (Inspired by a phone conversation)

I know a girl, 
in love with the intellectual aphrodisiac, 
a named man, Yowser
She adores the way he says 
"heliotrope, albatross" and words like bird
A poet , She just wants him to be the next Emerson
wild spirit, She just wants him in an exorcism
In her space velvet at eight 

she speaks of light! energy! circles.. cycles of fire! 
she speaks of the sun-- golden
This wonder! This genius! 
This soul sold to the urge of art and word

And she tells the tales of when he touched the small of her back
one finger .. one energy ... 
she tells the tales of their soul connection with poems of passion! 
With plans to bring him 
the gift of kiwis, pastries strawberries 
her soul. glowing eyes. lips to wool. hand upon waist
As in their days spent in Greece.
 
Ooh these plans for him! These dreams for him! 
These poems , these words, this love, this lust
all to be announced with flailing trumpets, 
on a fateful Wednesdays
On a magickal Wednesday 
with honeysuckle on her wrists and neck
An infamous brown sweatered upon her breast
And small braids stemming from her muddy locks 
and curls.