Standing together all tippy toed, <br />In a grey goose soaked way, my- <br />birthstone hued gown slit, <br />all the way up to there. <br /> <br />I can touch buttermilk clouds, <br />and defy gravity in your arms. <br />Galaxy floating, we make music, <br />In the red light, of a Mars glow. <br /> <br />Our espresso walls drink it in, <br />and the fault line sends our <br />Earth shaking. Loving on <br />candle power, we burn the <br />universe at both ends. <br /> <br />Satisfied at the tempo, we <br />crash into the sea. Just like <br />the Apollo capsule, one last <br />splash. We dance to our beat, <br />until we fall off the face of the Earth.<br /><br />Robin Bennett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/defying-gravity-4/
