by John Smallshaw
(London, England)

She knocks me
Locks me inside while outside her
The storm is still raging
She rocks me.

She makes me.
Takes me somewhere mysterious
In the dark so delirious
She shakes me.

She feeds me
Leads me to pastures so green
In dreams I never dream
She needs me.

But come the morning she'll float
In a boat she'll set sail
In the heart of beginnings
I wail.

Tonight she'll return
And with her fire she will burn me
With desire she will turn me
Into a wreck.

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