52 Avenues

Fifty two avenues 
Ring low that solemn sound.
You grab me, when I sneeze 
Like a bad, stew-peed hound.

I won't be scared to soar 
Because you will catch me.
When the sky spits a roar
I'll be you, you'll have me.

Fifty two boulevards 
Tweak my heart, and I smile,
For you're my leotards
Let us dance, love goes a-mile

You hold me, I'll hold you,

Worry not, I'll take you.

©toosole