Olivia, you're my favorite creature,
I'll build a porch for you
and you'll build a porch for me,
on the hips of one another's blueprint
lives. We'll barbecue separately
and then together, when our lives move
into their near apartments.

And I want to embarrass myself all over your body,
unmarry you, Miss, so your name stays cute,
carry an umbrella to your sandy sun
while baby elephants play in your moving shade,
and move your lemonade around on a blanket
in the early moon.