elusive

I hear the brass notes soaring and the blues singer humming the melody hidden in your name.

No worries, there is

No need

to warn me baby.

I’m all grown up

No need to tell me you don’t have room in your heart.

I’m not the kind that asks for permission,

I’m just indulging

 in my own

 little dreams.

Its ok

wanting is so very easy

when I’m looking your way.

You are

just a blues song waiting to be written

with Those Eyes,

and those cool Daddy ways

that give pause to my game.

Until I find the words to the melody and the humming gives way to the song.

I can’t help it baby.

I want to get

into trouble with

You.