going for the fences
enjoying the green
green grass
who doesn' town
he taste of juice fruit
or your gooey excitement
glued to my cheek
summer rolls on and i long
to deconstruct your tan lines
to do so i need to be close
to be in your ballpark wouldn't
hurt either
let me put on my lab coat
then disassemble your inhibitions
to define you delight
in french curves, indiscreet angles
without any absolutes
two for the price of one
where are those tan lines
and the luxury boxes
let's sip beer on a patio
that is walking distance
to the stadium
with the river running
over the falls
thinking of dining at pettibones
a bock beer, peanuts
and the arc of your hipbone