by Tomorrow's Man
February 28, 2003
I skipped to the Lou, my darling, traipsing like a mincer through fields of marigolds, flowers touched out to my thighs and kissed sweet cream toward my spine, crowning me in gold glory and felling me to the Earth in a twirly, swirly ecstasy, I can smell you, Springtime, I can smell you coming like a princess with emeralds in her eyes, I can smell you coming for me in my field of marigolds, and I'm waiting!