i would guess your hair is curly

like the letters in your name.

Your love left a code of threat

on your would-be lover's wall.

He rests now against the tree

as the snow gives way beneath my weight.

How did it take so long to realize

my steady feet are planted on the 

strong, soft, freckled shoulders of 

the women who came before me? 

A song whispered from one ear to the next

 and he is still two flights behind.