I can do nothing to escape that melody of you within my mind. Over and over I hum it. A song of melting glaciers in the sweetest of the Spring sun. Cotton candy and sticky fingers that must be licked between bites. A "fenced in" deer discovers a wonderful
hole in it's fence of life. Now dances on a ballroom floor of Soul-shaped ice....oblivious
to anal looks of wiser so-called peers. This tune I hum is of you, Sweet Lady. Of You and your brilliant eyes! Do allow me a few moments of you time. Disheveled as I am.