Surfin' with Astronauts

in sepia tone splendor, 
I want to fall in love again.

she's got Seinfeldian man hands,
but I wouldn't mind holding them. 

through primal need, the world grows;
through the tunnels of light, the world narrows. 

her bouquet cleaved my harden shell,
under which my muscled heart minds its own business.

I imbibe a new glistening spell,
as the other shoe fell. 

from shy space, where astronauts play,
my dreams are dramatically revealed. 

I am ready to make more memories,
capture proof in my wake.