Defying Gravity Poem by Robin Bennett

Standing together all tippy toed,
In a grey goose soaked way, my-
birthstone hued gown slit,
all the way up to there.

I can touch buttermilk clouds,
and defy gravity in your arms.
Galaxy floating, we make music,
In the red light, of a Mars glow.

Our espresso walls drink it in,
and the fault line sends our
Earth shaking. Loving on
candle power, we burn the
universe at both ends.

Satisfied at the tempo, we
crash into the sea. Just like
the Apollo capsule, one last
splash. We dance to our beat,
until we fall off the face of the Earth.