Karen

You wait upon my duress, and take me for your needs, in a yellow party dress, spit saliva on the rush mat, the cabin is your creed, you know where i'm at, children left without success, power to your seed, you only crave excess, sobbing on the flat, with the tide comes grief, across this shining bush land, my dreams echo less, on this desert scree, hurling rivers in my head, but nothing like your caress, we sit and drink all evening, you did not want to rest, the wounds of my conquest, bewitched by your reading, my rung feet at rest, love spare me.