I see her thoughts and
Hear her fears
And ride upon her words
With tears of freedom
Laughing proudly
At the trees which branch
And hover
   glance and cover
      blanch and flinch
And strike upon 
   adventure
      garnered from her
Restless sense of
   ventured stride
And nurtured
   surging tides
      of hormone waves
And clashing raves with
Clasping lingered fingers on my
Bated breath and
   death refining
      breadth defining
Breeding of
   contempt for
      limp contention
         on the lip of
Rancid benediction

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr