IT’S ALL IN TWO

Hand in hand
with frothy beer.

Bottle-tops missing
as is my top too.

I squirm uncomfortably
on the sand
as you return the favour.

And I drink
barley juice
out of your mouth.

It’s all vitamins anyway.

Bottomless happiness
surrounds

your mind,
my body,
our longings.

Deceiving words
and
chalky food
is a substitute we found content in.

Enrich my world
with oily passion.

Dripping down saliva.

And you will see
that
“she sells seashells”
of your prickly past.

With echoes.
Not of sea,
but of your sins.

Im topless.
Shameless.
Hiding nothing
but my eyes.

You squirm now,
on the sand.

Withering relationships
and
sinking ships of love.

Forget the seashells,
pebbles,
cherry knots
and
me.

Hoot hoot no more.

Im taking sandy beaches
elsewhere.

– Chatty Owl –