step

I saw a step
Head low but legs long
Graceful songs written into a somehow harsher harmony
And it looked to me
That her legs carried a message she had yet brought to her head

That her was something worth singing
And bringing that message up her hips and to her lips might just be my job
And no
Id never rob
Her of that responsibility
But sensibility
Sometimes gets left on the side and we find
Our hands all mixed together

You feel so heavy
Like a feather
Gently touching down
Falling down
Kicked to the floor
But more
Kicked until she won
You can never shoot down the sun
And no moreso her smile

A broken rib or a broken heart
For neither she sheds a tear
Even when crippled by fear
She
She is here

Ive always said that true power is the choice to do nothing
And she often does nothing
But ive never seen anyone able to hold power over her

I grow for her
So  I might pick flowers of my mind
The kind I refuse to give to any other
And in her chest I find a brother
For this heart of mine