Octavia

Will she dip me now, make me drink more drink, sit and wonder how, her eyes beaten brown, she dances on the brink, this Summer long, the heat off her brow, gathers and sinks, what she might plan, like a ship's clown, a display dull pink, scatters her lines, constrained i wait near, know what she's thinking, her intentions are clear, i won't need a path, never a shrink, a new lover somehow, time to blink.