For Poetry Sunday — Me and you side by side
wrapped in the ocean breeze In your arms, I could die,
drown in the seven seas Please don’t ask me how or why
I forgot the smell of trees My arms can only reach this high
in quiet prayer on my knees You told me at night that you cannot lie,
it’s love that’s such a disease It twists your tongue and makes me cry
but truth does not come with ease You swear you’re not this type of guy,
you just need some time and peace