You are the cucumber melon body spray kept in my blue middle school locker,
spritzed lightly after recess, landing on some books and paper, Legally Blonde style, reminding me I’m busy times that there is something better outside.
You are butterfly clips, stylish, colorful, and keeping me in line. Holding me together, competing an outfit, and matching to my faux leather initial hand bag,
stuffed with cherry chapstick and smelling of warm vanilla sugar.
Never say bye, bye, bye unless you plan a reunion and life-long tour. You make me feel like my name is Lucky and I am a star.
You are no scrub, my love is your love, and I want it that way.