Oh my love!
Throw back another hey, eh, one more day,
And slap me in the face
Like a thousand guitar strings,
Splintering beneath each chord which
I club, clout, and clobber in
Recognition
Of the reciprocal inhibition, you do
Induce,
From head to toe…
Pure polychromatic perfection,
An Art Garfunkel exhibition if I ever did see…
No!
Simon says:
“And here’s to you, Mrs. Apparition,
Jesus (would) love to know you more and more…
And…
More…