Nile Coy
Nile Coy
Aug 25, 2017 · 1 min read

It’s a Paris of the mind

And I’m falling in love again

Like a young man

Seeing the chance for love

On every face

In every smile

And I’m not too serious

To enjoy my own

Ridiculous soft heart

My confidante tells me

I always say the same thing

When I begin to become smitten

“She makes amazing art…”

And I’m very shallow

In my own way.

If she smells the way I imagine

She should smell

She’ll be barefoot and pregnant

Before the spring comes again

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