Donna Two

I'm not your grip, nor the big sea, the yellow light hid, you ask about my lovers, all their surly needs, they don’t have my number, what I crave to live, is break away the lead, criminal limits, find an edge of wonder, witness the creed, like my high heeled mother, stones and pieces of drift, knowing is enough to see, what's within my gift, to enslave or encumber, a lifetime of greed, or peace of sweet slumber, you leave me in sin, by title or deed, a plate spinning fib, you ask me to feed.