Good Morning Revolution

there's a revolution
i can hear it in your hips when you walk
slowly spinning swinging gates
and you taunt with the jiggle in your step
the hop in your stride
and the cigarette in your mouth

you're an ocean
and your body rolls like the waves
when you dance so close
while all the while
low tide carries you away
and high tide brings you back again

you fly my feelings like a kite
then let go like a child releases a balloon
into no man's land for some martian to catch
or maybe it will get stuck in the o-zone
the same way you're stuck
in my thoughts

Too Much, Too Young

you don't need high heels to feel tall
you glide down the stairs in your socks
then touch the door know to feel the spark
a flash frolicking over fingertips
even if for a second

you bat your eyelashes and create hurricanes
you spin around and the world spins with you
then you stop and the clock falls off the shelf
you've stopped time
even if for a second.

you're a ballerina on a string
i'd wind you up like chatter teeth
to watch you mosey to and fro
and make the dance floor cry
when you decide to call it a night.