I
Words trip lightly and roll off
A tongue without thought or censure
Of a heart that beats in a rhythm deeper,
Slower than the average bear.

Her body temp low daily and
Coming up to par begets fervor
Of restless dreams and desires of deeper,
Passion and fire like no other.

II
Yet she resides in the stillness
On the surface
Of thoughts and passions’ murmur
Of chance and possibilities’ deeper meaning,
Shaking, holding herself at bay
Like the dog longing, bird in sight,
Waiting for her master’s command.
Like the dog already having tested the razor wire,
The elctric fence.

There is none stronger than her heart save
Her will and oft her perseverance.

III
She spins, twirling
Face to the sun
On tiptoe falling
Shoulder to the grass
Rolling and giggling
Dogs licking face
And feet she curls
Into a little ball
Then spreads
Arms wide stretching
Back arching
Smile beaming
Stunning at the new day
She is alive
She is alone and sighs.