Oh my love!

Throw back another hey, eh, one more day,

And slap me in the face

Like a thousand guitar strings,

Splintering beneath each chord which

I club, clout, and clobber in

Recognition

Of the reciprocal inhibition, you do

Induce,

From head to toe…

Pure polychromatic perfection,

An Art Garfunkel exhibition if I ever did see…

No!

Simon says:

“And here’s to you, Mrs. Apparition,

Jesus (would) love to know you more and more…

And…

More…