I need to see your smile,
Cause your muddy creek eyes sparkle,
And dance with a delicious wickedness,
Wickedness that I could just drown in.

Frowns drench me to the core,
You’re my paper cup full of sunshine,
Scribbling your name in the margins,
Margins of wistful poetry.

Cat’s eye hitting the oxblood,
We play in the breath of autumn,
I miss you even as you hold me,
Hold me without thinking of her.

Which is it that makes this wrong,
That you have seen to many sunsets,
Or I too few,
Few would understand what clouds taste like.