Ginny

All this constant preach, that decries our deeds, raises a sucker leach, it hangs like a skeleton, with lip sticky greed, letters are forgotten, standing by the beach, you say all will be, love’s far out of reach, not particularly elegant, our guilty solidarity, have to dance delicate, see a pocket that leaks, lies open at your feet, reminds me of your means, what manifest delicious, waltzes to earthly needs, on sandy near distance, salty tears run free.