
Dixie woman, CELEBRATE/
with good BBQ!
She casts long shadows/
on my Facebook photos, so/
I’ll friend her at last.
At last. She might be/
the one when she asks YOU to /
dance out in public!
I’d never before/
gazed into the face of a/
Goddess. Now I have.
Every time I say/
goodnight, I’m one step closer/
to saying hello.
You’re the dreams
I didn’t know I had.
Go out to dinner./
See a ball game. Sail. Be brave*./
Just be safe. I care.
OR
*Leave port.
Must I wait ’til it/
snows in Chattanooga to/
kiss someone like you?
Bridget Jones’ Diary Snow Kiss