Creek

To be loved by me is to be everlastingly lucky. I will call you a shortened version of your name while I pass you your keys. We'll laugh until we die of made up scenarios and cartwheels. I have so much to give. I have so much in me to pour all over you and make it stick. A silly anecdote here and there and an organization of words. Skilled in doing the most while worrying a bit while I do it. Magic realizations of real great things happening too. Simultaneous great things additive to my life just in the nick of time. Problems into obsolescence. The unsolved and unresolved, a mere ant on my hand.

I say, "Hi little buddy!"

"I'm gonna put you down for a sec while I go hang out with my friends... while I pour into them. You gonna be okay till I get back? I know you will, no neglect. Just setting you down to go and play. To feel the sun on my skin for the first time in a while. While, jumping on a trampoline contemplating gymnastics in a childhood flashback."""

Me and the little girl.

We danced our heads in crazy motions while the Birdman of the hour flowed in and out. He liked our presence, he liked our chaos... controlled chaos in a space where I can land. Are you annoyed with me? Like okay sometimes you have to plan! Stopping booth to booth, in which, one felt important. It stood out like a sore thumb! Or like my red pee after beets.

Here is where I'll end it... I hope this makes sense can you see? Can you see how it is to be loved by me? Thoughts in and out looping through the creek in waves and tightening its grip around your heart. So say it,

do you want to be so everlastingly lucky?