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.