You look different every time you come from the foam crested brine, its your skin shining softly in the moonlight. Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale. Am I yours, are you mine to play with? Joking apart, when youre drunk youre terrific, when youre drunk I like you mostly late at night, youre quite alright. But I cant understand the different you in the morning when its time to play at being human for a while. Please smile. Youll be different in the spring, I know youre a seasonal beast, like the starfish that drift in with the tide, with the tide. So until your blood runs to meet the next full moon, Your madness fits in nicely with my own, with my own. Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own. Were not alone.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 22:18:44 +0000
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