You weren’t supposed to be there gliding and playing
with the twirl and spin of music dancing and hiding
playfully dodging the inquisition of mind.
Beside the crazy love of fools I’m drinking and dreaming
pouring lasting shots of you in the spinning and flowing
gracefully shaking your skirt in the chill of eve.
I thought to measure long the soul of leaving and fawning
by shear force of the mystical wind forcing and holding
tenderly with gypsy delight you possesses me.