but if the sky gets any bluer
we're gonna be singing a Muddy Waters song.
I could survive on cookies
and gossip alone,
but my doldrums are growing okay
like game tulips.
certainly the biggest moment
of my boulevard
are the optimistic afternoons.
She could slice me in half,
spill my guts and goals,
but the surprises she'd find
are true love nuggets hidden behind my molecules.