a real mermaid of the sea
She’s walking down that beach
looking straight at me
in the sunset
into the waves, She runs
a heavenly body
the firmest of buns
in the sunset
I know I’m a sinner & She ain’t no nun
I’m weak in the knees
I think She’s the sun
In the sunset
it must be the heat
wild, wet and horny
I can feel that beat
in the sunset
it’s the best of my days
I kiss her, madly
“Bravissimo” She stays
in the sunset
wondering around, lost in the dark
it’s getting cold, ain’t no walk in the park
the wood in a ring of fire burning
a fire gone wild, can’t tell where it’s turning
it’s a primal delight, it’s the dream drifting
a new dawn, a veil of fog, gently lifting
like a palette of of paint
rapidly changing, the colours, so faint
it’s the moon, peaking out
i grind my teeth and I shout
it’s a call form the wild
the desperate voice, of a starving child
far away through the woods, calling
it’s the end of the heat, and it’s winter falling