Crush it up and blow it up your nose.
Straight to the brain cells.
Or through your cellular phone.

Leave it alone. Let it ring.
Your ringtones an artist,
Female, she sings.

If you pictured a zoey, a taylor
or faith, unlucky I call you
and put you in place,

for I only breathed,
and pictured her face.

She calls from a plain, while I can’t eat dinner,
My love keeps on growing, my bones getting thinner.

When she comes through the terminal,
I’ll want to say clear,
and embrace her with
hug and say to her ear,

“It doesn’t matter how many times  or when I see you,
you always take me by surprise”

It might be her style, or loving of fun,
how she keeps me awake after a day is done.

I’ll perch on this branch, while she soars the skies,
to meet her in mountains,
and look in those eyes.

That little powdered line went up fast and sharp,
but not to my brain, love goes straight to the heart.