Life is Grand.
Even with the ups downs.
Merry-go-rounds.
Pretty meter maids.
Carrying fresh lemonade,
on roller blades,
gliding in the Gay Parade.
Dykes on Bikes,
Was a most powerful site.
Kissing in the moonlight.
Leaving my heart there,
in Ghirardelli square.
Wearing leather and lace.
We kept pace.
Sending each other,
within, outer space.
Feeling only grace.
Tracing her face,
with my lips,
and fingertips