Oceana

Just a game my sister, forget how to wrangle, all we have is blisters, your search for the free, hangs like a dongle, a kite across the sea, the way you kiss, makes his eyes crinkle, forget those promises, set loose on the breeze, admire his frankness, wave surfing carefee, don't let yourself spin, each line he imagines, reeling you in, he won’t write an oddysey, or give you a handle, another no bode addressee, why do you insist, waiting on the shingle, nothing's here to miss, Baby he's a wrinkle