I danced around in circles
Crossing arms in merry
And told anyone, almost everyone
Who would listen over sherry
About this boy I met
All shiny charcoal like twinkling eyes
And a million organic smiles
Too good to be true, they said.
Too good to be true, I left.
Too good to be true formed the stars.
It was too good,
So good that it left me bleary eyed
On my pillows-
Wondering about the sherry.