Watching Gypsies
~Rick
I saw a gypsy
or did she see me
She moved like a kite
on a wild day
How many ways can locks fly
in perfect stray
she frames the day
and calls it her own
who dare challenge?
Taller than height
longer than reach
more real than she is
she measures me
and I bow in honor
Measures;
my wallet
my scarf
my heart
She'll take it all
and laugh at my ruin
I'll only miss her
and her ways
her freedom
her snares for others
her knowing
of my heart
of my heart
To lay with a king
or paupers
no matter
only their spangles and baubles
now hers
fingers rolling through fields of glass
she makes them sparkle
Does she know love
or even lust
or the difference?or just the love of lust
for all things others
Propriety mocked
laws ridiculed
the laws of cleanliness
what she deems for the day
Where then the elegance?
in the wildness
of her boldnes
I saw a gypsy
and she was me
hidden from fear
unshackled and loosed
bound by freedom alone
but only for a moment
and she was gone~Rick
