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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