he sails me like an ocean,
he tempers every storm i throw his way.
i paint him like a wild cat,
he makes loves to me like one.
and just when he thinks he's reached the lost edge
and the wilderness is too much to hold
i'm his mermaid, his holy grail,
the land still lusty and gold.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
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