I catch her eye, but then she looks away.
Be still, and she will kiss you.
Wrap my feet in lily pads.
Sermon delivered on Quinquagesima 2021.
A twin bed with noisy springs covered in tinsel.
Photo by Michael Sean Erickson in June 2017.
All decked out with her winsome grin.
Imprinted with my heart then baked.
Will I be allowed back?