Anastasia

God knows if they're right, that he will try anything, sunlight, water, sky, like the tide off Burbo Bank, his smile is estuary wide, begins where I'm back, he never leaves my side, but sits here and sings, like someone on fire, his lungs are like tanks, he bellows take everything, could prise open a bank, next to him i slide, his lips twist sugary, sweetened by constant lies, tobacco blonde eyes cranked, a dancer whose fame decides, to walk tall and swank, I dance in the tide, my day is just beginning, no obe sees me sigh, fresh, alive, giving.