We arrive as a flash point, late on my time line.
I’m tongue-tied by your outline.
Like tour bus based buffets
The taste of your lane is scenic
Could Morpheus love the Phoenix
Are angels ever fiendish?
Do butterflies ever get butterflies?
Seven syllables make you and I
Our cloudy memory lanes are filled with melodies of the 6
We are Barry and Iris on a Badu tip
Is it common sense that I want you?
You are the voice of napalm singing Psalms
Every note that leaves you is a lip bomb
Would I adore you be a call to arms?
You know this is more than a shuffle of the cards.
Pepper and Tony Stark
You’re queen of the odd shaped drum that gives my life a base
I go Gaga for your poker face
Is this bad romance?
I know that
The 18 steps of our slow dance lack symmetry
Settling for smaller planets is withering
You fall for what’s within
So straight up,
Your open skies are the needle for my turn table
Every record you spin opens a book of revelation
Though multiplexes mapped contact, this is free smoke.
A road to the after glow found in the clouds
Running touch lines since our first down
Will two lasting embraces strike this match?
Call this time’s greatest catch.
A delayed story?