Dianne Borsenik 20 July 2008 at the Huron Boat Basin
[photo by Jesus Crisis]

                                                            GREENHEART    

                                                            If it should rain
                                                            today, then walk
                                                            with me.  We'll shed
                                                            our clothes and slip
                                                            between the trees,
                                                            hand in hand and
                                                            skin to skin, lost
                                                            in a landscape
                                                            of pagan green,
                                                            where thunder beats
                                                            its bodhran drum,
                                                            and silvered leaves
                                                            become a tambourine.

                                                            And if the sun
                                                            should shine today,
                                                            then dance with me.
                                                            We'll bare our feet
                                                            and find the beat
                                                            within our hearts,
                                                            stand lip to lip
                                                            and speak in tongues,
                                                            two of a kind,
                                                            enraptured by
                                                            the blazing heat
                                                            that shapes our world,
                                                            our bodies intertwined.
  
                                                            And if the night
                                                            should start to fall
                                                            and stars appear,
                                                            then sleep with me.
                                                            We'll wrap our arms
                                                            around the moon
                                                            and hug it close;
                                                            transcending time,
                                                            anointed by
                                                            the stuff of dreams,
                                                            the two of us
                                                            becoming one,
                                                            supernal where we lie.