our sink is splashed with plentiful colors,
our apartment inhabited by friends,
the streets pulsing with all the masses
and this town claimed by music, beer, and joys.
my love is first the hottest prince
of tulips and all the orange
and then a bear with beard and ears
and cuddly fur all around.
we walk, we drink, we dance, we talk;
it’s all a massive movement,
for them, for us, for everyone
to plunge and drown and splash.
it’s odd at first for this one here
to let go and let it be
and smash the window walls at last
and step out of the ivory cage.
but the muscle memory sets in,
alas! and saves her from the past
and pulls her into these beats and sounds
and expands her lungs and skins.
later, she walks home alone and calm
with the Dom in sight so bright,
and once she’s taken off bow tie and hat,
it’s as real as it’s ever been.
this time she’ll get it right for sure
and strive for participation
because as different as it looks each day:
the mission is urgent — and alive!
so she sleeps with the roaring all around
of cages and walls falling apart
freeing all of us from averageness
and positioning anew the spotlight.
and in the morning a new season shall begin
or the day after that, if it may
as long the as the dust stays shaken up
there’s hope and change and: