Messy

After it rains, find the perfect spot and burry my feet deep enough that I can't move. Up to my ankles and stuck. Love so thick I can barely wiggle my toes. When you ask me what I'm doing, I'll tell you I'm making love pies. If you say that I'll get dirty or ruin my clothes, I'll explain to you that love is messy. I don't care if it stains, cover myself from head to toe, smears of love between my fingers and streaked throughout my hair. And if you come close enough, I'll toss love at you. Great gobs of it, flying through the air. Watch it splatter against your t-shirt and hope that you'll dig your hands in and get dirty. Hurl love right back.