Lucy In the Sky with a Flaming Hula Hoop.

I’m just too tired to cry.

I haven’t the water,

 my well is benign.

I’m constanstly running into you in my mind.

I’ve done yoga and gone swimming

These emtoions are stinging under my skin

depth of movement in tune with you

paths are coated yellow and red and green

I’ll strip it bare for one so fair

mon ami.