An Allusion To Italy

i thought about how i might owe you,
and how i might ask of you,
and who couldnt possibly refuse,
a marriage proposal and such..
is it in his kiss?
no, thats not the way,
and you're not listening,
to a word i say.

i've been on an allusion kick,
i've felt nice all over again,
then i realize,
its dead, and over.
get out of it.
if you dont soon enough,
then i realize-
i haven't seen anyone.

hiding out is what we're doing.
pleaseantly bored.
simmer away,
and i apologize.
remember the laughter,
and the innocence?
as will i, of course.
stalling.
its better in the long run,
perhaps..

well i've decided..
that anyone,
who would ever even,
consider asking me that;
be able to scoop me up.
in his fingertips
and cut me in two
or maybe three-
four, to be safe..

and i will run to ohio.
and i will run to texas, ill see you in a month
and i will paint you blue, to mark the sky.
to simmer away...