A Siegel Woman

I’m smitten.
Totally
smitten.
And all I’ve seen thus far is a pair
of dark, furtive eyes in a
black and white photogaph. I’ve heard
much more. Much much more. But make no mistake, for of this I am certain... I am totally, and absolutely... smitten.
I walk the Earth...
smick smack,
smick smack,
smick smack,
smick smack ...
while she
throws rocks with purpose. She plucks, she
gouges,
she rends and tears. She pummels and wails, caterwauls, bashes, bangs and parries string and wood,
a
willing
participant.
This Siegel woman is an
animal, a vital torreador, a
tempest.
A whirling
dervish.

Thank you, thank you,
oh Siegel woman.
I hear and I lose my breath.
Because of you.
This.