thinking about her magic ring
that rests within red satin
with all of her fancy outfits
and my fancy lilac nails
oh feathers and flip flops
cocktails and eyeshadow
lipstick, buttons and sweet sweet sweet
fancy fancy free
my mind sneaks around
his ramblings
green eyes smiling
full of golden sun
snicker at the notion of "one"
and this pesky hankering for that
and he is still talking
my smirk urges him to cease
i spy red berries, think of her
red lips oh so lovely
first and last kisses
buildings and bridges
casting petals to
sail upon the waters of life
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