I lean back and hear
delicacy croon
on a harp in a distant room

There are marshmallows,
Pink and fluff,
I tuck away my belt
and no longer act tough

My pen moves freely
no grip, no need for strength
I listen to the purs of Frankie
Avalon and bob my head

I peer out the window as
Venus rolls towards my door
I am in love with love
and in sways a Chopin music score

The birds chirp, owls hoot
Endings roll on by,
But the lovers horns toot

And im on the back of a kite tonight
No arms to hold me tight
But serenity blows a sweet breeze
and I'm enveloped in warmth,
These hearts unfreeze.

Best believe I sit in a lover's tree
Dear Johns to all the Jackie's
Love songs in throngs,
I'd shower the world afar
For we all belong.
©JkeMac