Corduroy swells — swirling, surging, frothing turquoise,
Flowing down the dreams of a ruffled velvet sky,
Into the unsuspecting pleasure of my deep appreciation,
Regal grandeur, evanescence, natural high;
February, Illinois, composure, acquiescence,
“We’re both water people,” like you said,
As your dignity became the radiant colors of the sunrise,
Shining saffron, purple, fuchsia, rose, and red;
On the moments there between us, moments open and authentic,
Moments shared with a divine-ass princess Brat,
Unforeseen, yet so familiar, breath-of-fresh-air inspiration,
How the hell did something happen just like that;
Reciprocity, sea turtles, island welcome, Floridonia,
Mutuality on a Thursday afternoon,
On a call I’d been avoiding, to refinance sheer injustice,
Stars and planets, rising Leo, sun and moon;
Sculpting murmurs of alacrity, clear impressions, good vibrations,
Intertwined with needed business repertoires,
Synchronizing conversation, welcomed energy exchanges,
Something special, this connection, yours and ours;
Corduroy swells — swirling, surging, frothing turquoise,
Flowing down the dreams of a ruffled velvet sky,
Into the unsuspecting pleasure of my deep appreciation,
Regal grandeur, evanescence, natural high;
Into the unsuspecting pleasure of my deep appreciation,
Regal grandeur, evanescence, natural high;
Regal grandeur, evanescence, natural high.
*For Megan, the divine-ass princess brat.
