Oriana

I don't need a shrink, but a lover that skates, over his time to think, whom I might disown, like a shire horse dray, his word skim and spray, I know what you think, you don't need to say, my home is an ice rink, letters from ocean towns, make a useful display, everything upside down, I swerve on the brink, though these Spring days, dishes gather in the sink, the stuff that I swallow, would make a priest blink, sweat gathers on my brow, takes a gold medallion, to hold open my gate, my face a little pink, wind at my sails.