Tripped in Love


Never do I fall flat out hard for anyone,
no one, I don’t
Is it their lengthy hair that flies in the breeze,
in a strike of a pose?
Glittering, gleaming golden eyes,
twinkle and sparkle
as their smile sings with the Sun
Why am I drawn to their victorious joy, this fuzz is
unlike my eerie persona
How I perspire from someone so glorious, gallant,
who I can’t have