74. HEIDI

Heidi and Roman are two of our closest friends

We've camped together on the Umpqua

For weeks at a time

Life is at its best

When friends who love each other

Spend precious days together

In the sacred wilderness...

Heidi is kinda-like Swedish

(Or is that Sweetish?)

Blond hair, limpid blue eyes...

And Roman is a big hulking Indian,

Long brown hair, keen brown eyes...

Orgasms are like cherries

If you eat one you just have to eat another as soon as possible

Heidi you are one big walking talking orgasm

I know whose fault it is too -- Roman's.

He's a big gorrilla and you're just a rag doll he totes with him

Wherever he goes

It's not your fault.

It's his.

What's a poor girl to do?

Salmon streams, moonlit coves

Backpacks on morning mountain trails

Two lovers walking hand in hand

Through the passing years

You ripe cherries in the tree of life

May blessings find you in all your wanderings

(Disclaimer: The first two people who read this poem thought I was serious!

Oh oh! Hey...I'm just teasing Roman and Heidi! They're gentle folk to the nth degree...)