Bronwyn, Ren Fair, Southern California

It was hot, too expensive  
and you didn't want to go  
not alone anyway  
renaissance fair in late May  
everyone sweating  
dressed to doublets and kilts  
except for a dancing flame  
wearing bell bottoms  
and low slung swaying hips  
she was willowy and tall  
parading bare feet  
all the adornment needed
with eyes the color of poetry  
processing a hawks' way of seeing  
into your heart  
and into your mind  
a new dance beginning  
with joyous first steps  
you bump into her by design  
with a smile like the sun  
she grabs your hand  
two hours later  
waking from a daze, laughing  
sharing a giant turkey leg and mead  
she's wiggling pelvic bones to get  
more comfortable on your lap  
and you realize  
this is the same dance  
as you wipe grease from cleft of her chin