Woman

Woman Tell me I’m a patient man, and we will make a vacation plan Pleasant thoughts to marinate waiting on promised satiation Still my petals face the sun, ready for raindrops they get none To frolic freely in the rolling hills of blooming flowers babe so fun A lonely stem withers and drops, a bloom struggles to open and flops Open your skies on me and pour your loving feelings on my slow dying crops Hold me against your chest, I am yours for life forever at your behest The singular passion that pervades my dreams is the one I love the best Woman! Oh! Woman come hug away, everything ugly that stood in our way Woman! Oh! Woman trumpets will blare, clouds part as the sun lights the day Tell me you’re really trying; you are not tiring of my frowning and sighing As if wings sprouted twixt my shoulder blades, babe you know I’d be flying Had I actually sprouted those wings, I’d probably fly into a few trees and things But once I got it straight I would lift us high above and share the freedom it brings Go directly to any destinations; no highways, airports or Amtrak stations Miles of open air, beautiful scenery everywhere life void of complications Alas I have no wings only desire, of letting you know that I do I shall never tire In a monsoon drenched in a heavy downpour your image would still light my fire Woman! Oh! Woman come hug away, everything ugly that stood in our way Woman! Oh! Woman trumpets will blare, clouds part as the sun lights the day And what a day, what a lifetime of sunshine and laughter Woman come hold me, let’s fly high together ever after Tim Windisch 10/06/2023