grin at me with your honey-lemon smile,
my feet start sinking,
my head starts lifting.
body stretching that way this
thoughts turn to creme brulee
and maybe an old spoon to eat it with.
your honey-lemon smile,
makes me want a roadtrip, something
wish I had the voice to speak out loud
had that soft sweet syrupy tenorbassharmony
in that voice box keyed
in the minormajor of D
thank you, honey-lemon