Rolling Thunder (art and love in the alley of deep in puddles)

Her text 
last Tues
said everything. 

She led me this way and that.
And I was happy to leap water.
And hold her hand, just.

She may be the most beautiful.
Thing I’ve ever seen.
I’m not sure.
But I’m certain.

Delray Beach is a bitch of a biscuit scene.

We had many beers.
And stood tall of sweaty of me. 
Succulents.
And I felt back.

I kissed her as hard as I could
Because I loved it, her mouth. 
As loud as it could be.
And I just wanted it to last.

I can still smell her on my fingers.
And I love to sleep with that smell.

Now that I am air mattress home.
I wish the world were different.
And she were mine.