Not everyone

Not everyone can be like me

and lift you up, up, higher up,

upon that pedestal

of how you first were made ~ and, yes,

my head bends back, back, back,

until the strength of what you do

and what you choose to say

affords me again a level view.

It’s a view that hurts like fire

in the belly of desire

for I desire your stance

upon a pedestal

that stands forever firm, secure,

through all of life’s demands.

Not everyone can be like me

and that’s good, you know, or else 

lovers would not ere unite,

friends would cease to be,

and the world would plain and simply be …

great balls of fire!