My toes are dirty
Flecked with gold dust they sparkle
As they burrow in
Like a memory
That song whispers in my ear
Despite no speakers
Laughing at your eyes
That never learned to hide well
From the poetry
Pick a blue flower
Put it there behind your ear
To match your sad song
Meadows in the sun
Scent my thoughts with sweet grass smiles
As I weave daisies
Pick up your litter
The mess in here is horrid
Cluttering my head
Far away you fly
On the wings of this CD
Track three is the best
‘click’ says a beer can
On the warm hood of my jeep
As the red sun sets
Tempting on my lips
Cupid’s arrows find your heart
As I blow kisses
Armor does no good
When my pen dips down inside
The ink well of you
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That was a good one. Keeps the brain on its toes.
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