wall post in short, for a bud of spring

the florescent beginning
of an eternal lesson learned
a beauty with golden hair
and tricks up her sleeve
she tied her pants on before we
jumped on the bus for
another traveling glee
buried my desires and weakness
we held up for another day or two
no don't
no don't
i think i'm in love with you
i think
i think
i think you are rivaling the morning dew my dear
yes you are rivaling the summer solstice
in all your crowned glory
and all your cherished looks
somewhere between your dreadlocks and
bad haircut that took away your curls
I sliced a bit of my heart and placed it in the back pocket
of your well-fitted pot scented jeans.