pedicured and pretend
toes peek beyond jean hems
only love can break your heart
acoustic, close to the skin
like morning razor
or dawning dew

i miss the damp on my ankles
tickling and soft
i miss the before time, the
pre-traffic and non-working
time when the sky is blue
and only mine

i want to show you
to drink coffee in the grass
and i'll tell you stories
of my childhood
and the night we saw the bats