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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