fettered quickly upon her barren shores
I know what’s best for her
and her smile sinking quickly
beneath me.
she sings a song I do not know or have
never heard. what’s to know about her?
about us?
fine day for a matinee. I say.
surely in the quick of dawn. we are one
chances are we.
chances are we.
chances are we.
who said we never owe a creature's stow
perchance it’s happenstance. chilling stew.
more so, I wait for a second glance.
mention that fate one more time
for the record. I know again. her fate in me.
see it on that shore
I mentioned before
we dance upon the great delight
the great midnight.
for shame, it dawns on us.
we must.
for it’s proper. and proper is what’s right
right sight? pack your shame in those
bags. no sight of that here. not a sneer.
trapping me under her. I can’t move. I dare
not say what makes me dive into her eyes.
for it’s that particular mayhem that drives
me deeper.
deeperdeepdeeper.