I was so close to the sun, I grabbed it an instant,
and its rays felt like gentle, solid earth;
I sailed down through heaven on the train, it did seem
with hot chocolate stains on my brand new jeans:
I was wearing pants, but I switched to denim
by request of your fabled decor
which says “jeans and jeans” for her and for him –
“that’s the making of a steady, firm pair.”:
And then the bomb dropped, literally if
you can see how cutting words can disarm
the most noble hands that good chocolate can buy;
from the eagled wordmark, you’ve cut out the sky:
Charm oozes out of your pictures like warm cookies –
freckles chips off the diamond goodness of your eyes.
urbansonnets 