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