Girls Like To Swing
Someday, she will be sleeping with peace,
in shelter of his arms,
Anotherday, she will be reading Paulo Coelho, on her sweet lil garden swing.
Then he will come,
kiss her with a firm,
get his kiss back,
to reinvent the profound importance.
But she will keep swinging like tectonic plates,
From rambunctious to almost insecure,
From sensous to heart-toxicating,
From too-anxious to silk-tender.
Everytime she will swing forth,
the back will take ministeps,
and will come close,
to stay forever.