Frida- paint me into the richness of your earth, your culture, into the soft crevasses of sweet water flowers where the sun cannot reach, but where the dew dares to descend. in the morning light i fall, forever into your core and seep into your roots. set me on your shoulder where your hair rests... or on your breast where your breath lies. then we can pulse together, you and i, as our harmonies weave and we create a rhythm that's ours. we can dance, my dear, until we are dizzy, drunk with love and stars.