And through golden eyes purchased
we watched children rise,
running popcorn down movie aisles.
French lovers balleted the kiss
and Degas dancers pirouetted patterns
on the walls of my house
where all things are possible!
Ah those muscular connections
to the god of stars;
freed from the belly's grim countenance
to fire the eyes and blow
the bolted doors off
and forever their creaking hinges!
Toasting to wild Arabian Nights
and to Dodge City bar fights,
licking the Moon's marbled streaks
like fudge from the Sundae.