It’s the crossing over in your face, the way you (don’t) comb your hair,
It’s the fantasy I see; the reality is not there.
It’s the air that I become, when you look in my direction
Your name on the A-list, et al, a bad reflection
Brown face. Sensitive to light. Basketball shorts. (sans) Briefs.
Wear the beach around your neck,
I wear the beach around mine
Enjoy it while it lasts, Rosemary tinted glasses.