A Space Walk

You could strip away everything beautiful about heryet still be awed by her imperfectionsor study Yeats, Chaucer and Shakespearebut not know poetry til she blessed your templewith a kissrested your head on her bosomand swooned"I'm where you belong."Look you could travel back in timeto when we were kingsand rule over every man and beast in the jungletriumphantly pounding your chestbut it'd beat hollowcos you know what it meansto be ruled by a lionessand to hear her roar"I'm where you belong."Or you could even become an astronautand dedicate your daysto finding your way to the moonand as soon as you landed therebe struck by the awesome closenessof a galaxy of starsyet never wander too farcos you'd miss the sparkle in her eyesdrawing you back to earthlike gravity whispering"I'm where you belong."And you could find your way back to schooland work your ass offand earn a PhD in Botanywhere you'd lose your sensesin the petals of jasmines and orchidsand endless researchthat would lead you to sell your life awayand move to a grass-thatched hut in the wildsof that tiny island in the Caribbeanwhere the sweetest flowers growall in your impossible questto create a perfumesweet enough to capture the essenceof her voicewhen she pulls you closelooks you unwaveringly in the eyewith her sparkling pairand professes"I'm where you belong."Man you could live to a hundredand in that time do no wrongyou could raise a family with herpay your taxes and never litteryou could drive a hybridand give up red meat and sweetsyou could start a soup kitchenand keep your nails clippedand always say "please" and "thank you"and you could be the very bestyou had it in you to beand maybejust maybeyou'd earn the rightto respond in kindwhen she declares"I'm where you belong."For whom I dream of belonging to, W.