Day 70

I went and cut my hair,
Ironed out my best jean pair,
Clean shaved with a razor blade,
New Adidas, China handmade.

You let your hair hang loose,
A little yellow dress just covers your caboose,
Stunning, without a trace of makeup on,
Humming along to your favorite song.

Take my hand, tonight we fly away,
Let's cruise out over the blue ocean bay,
Take a trip above busy city streets,
Watch people below, poor mixing with elite.

No stopping what goes on in the sky,
Rooftop loving will be wild and alive.
With no heavy hearts to make us sink,
We stay attached to that which was a missing a link.

I would go with you anywhere,
Breathing in the clean, fresh, love filled air.
I can only wish a wisp of air would come get me now,
Carry me over land and sea to your arms, somehow.