Florence

Hey there, boy,
Blue boy,
Let me make you smile,
Let me take you to the sea,
We can let our souls blend at the shore,
My young green,
And your happy blue,
Can swim until they are tired and their muscles ache,
And when they are done, we will lie on the floor,
Skin on skin,
And blame all our troubles on too much wine,
Speaking in the same language,
What a lovely color we would make.