Gene Goldfarb

Wild

Dance with me, baby.
Make me big.
Let’s reconjugate the verbs 
    of life.
Start a whole new grammar
    of joy and abandon.
Put it all up against me—
                I’ll do the same for you.
Let’s be naked 
    and dressed to the nines
    all at the same time.
Let’s go where we want
    right now and forever
    and fly, roll, bounce
    to the music of our pulse.
Let everyone else gawk,
    cluck judgments and choke.
They can go back to dust—
    and we can give Hell a run
    for its blazing money.