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
