who could forget
when earth*girl made
fireworks at the palace
when the sparkle
danced in my eyes
as our lips traded
heat
as we leaned
against several
tons of ice
and into each
other's arms
who could forget
a moment of pleasure
with you on a night
so cold, but warm
in your arms
I believe this is the center-piece of your entire portfolio, the center of gravity around which all of your other poems orbit, as expressions and variations of the poetic impression created within this poem. It is a magnificent entrance to, and summary of, your work; it is the poem I would recommend to anyone who is starting to read in your portfolio. Is Earth*Girl an appellation for Erin?
Starward