Spring Chicken


I remember the night I held on to a goddess
In a lavender dress, a necklace with an amethyst stone
Around her neckline, and a little breeze
That was vaporizing the sweat droplets.

I was just a spring chicken, who looked right
Of way and then the left side, before darting across
The road, to where I had never been before.

The lower ridge of her tail bone that sways to the song
And keeps my palms honeyed.