fevered bellies
anger ridden
tame the maker
make her hidden
please your mother
sin the sinner
make the lover
make him dinner
Write yr memories in the sand,
Let them wash away.
Forever lost in the sea.
Here leaves the sight of day.
Watch her walk into the dark.
Hear her voice so faint.
She can do no wrong you say;
You call your love a saint
You wake to her in the dark,
Can't see her but you know;
Her smell: her scent, the love you lent
Will never leave your glow.
You seem to light the path
Back home and to your heart.
Refuse to think of an end:
An un-earthly work of art.
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