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I love it when she waves back
Space Cadet like:
Her presence jolts you back
Into the elementary school dance.
Legs shut, arms crossed; shut down,
But eye contact stays.
You hope and pray for a miracle.
Just the thought gives you goosebumps
And you try and hide your smirk.
Her bleach blonde hair is a canvas
To the heartbreaking lipstick.
She humbly wants the attention,
I look at her.
I'm brought back to the time
I went to the science museum
And looked at space in an observatory.
I see everything.
When she smiles
The jungle roars in fury
To their alpha.
The paint brush, feather like,
Olympic dives into her instincts
Receiving a perfect score.
You understand what it means to
Understand.
You listen for hearing only.
She's like going on a long road trip
With your best friend
And the weather is constantly dusk.
She's your favorite color.
She's when your mom tucks you in;
Starting from the feet up,
Ending at your shoulders.
You’re safe from any monsters because
She already checked under the bed
And the closet.
She's your favorite movie, food, and music.
When we swim,
I usually lay on my back
With minimal leg movement
Soaking up chlorine.
She's a needed Forrest fire.
I watch it from a distance with ecstatic fear
That it reaches me.
All of us pray for the end of the world
Because it's the best thing
That could happen.
Heaven wouldn't be as worthy
If it weren't for hell
So, give me a reason to fight.
You're the perfect ending
To a terrible day.
When I ask for you,
Substitution brings a Gin and Tonic,
The satisfaction lingers.
Your ice concentrates as I drink you.
Your hair speaks for you
So your ego doesn't.
My daydreams have become specific,
I no longer wander.
Be my cabin, hide with me in Aspen
Let the cold winter days warm us
And sing with me a lullaby: