"Lovin' You"

I will make love

for the very first time

in a field of wildflowers.

I will wear a full, sweeping gown

of the princess variety. Smitten,

I will collapse, breathless,

onto a bed of blue chicory, my hair

tousled about my head

like a glorious halo. There will be

butterflies and blue jays

and seraphim singing.

There will be a man

of the prince variety, and

he will kneel to kiss me

just as Minnie’s voice peals

from a rainbow that has arched

itself just above the trees.