under a
half sun
baked
california
afternoon,

papers
piling up
against
my front
door,

and then

you dance
into my
fairy tale
paper cutter
life,

in and
out
of view,

cinderella
shoe less
in the
most
uncertain
of times,

come lay
your
head on
my shoulder
and recover
each other's
souls in
our eyes,

and then
we will
throw
rocks
at the
moon,

and then
let it's
million
pieces
of cheese
fall at
our feet.

even in
this day.

enough
of the
night.

we can
stay here
forever,

or for
about
a week.