Sunday, 17 May 2020

Jay Three

Who knows if she's right, if I’m just skimming, could be all me eye, like the river off Burbo Bank, her smile arrives twisting, me a lonely crank, she’ll always love sunlight, knows her own following, did someone make her sigh, lungs open like a tank, she understands my limits, where everyone wears black, next to me like a bride, her eyes moist and filling, always asks the constant why, tobacco blonde dank, I erase life by swimming, why go blank, she dances in the tide, her fame is just beginning, nails me with that smile, fresh, alive, winning.

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