chemistry
The feeling i have when i am sailing
the sea should be respected
the power the awesomeness, a religious scape
thoughts of great blue holes, with under current sails
where all the fish, represent nightmares.
The outer is beautiful, the inner is bleak
tales foretold from both sides, of your span
your an eerie place, a grave yard
death lies in your stomach
and part of me lives there.
I have sea blood running in my veins
theirs no other explanation
only that i am one with you.
Your my kin I love and at the same time I fear you
I leap into your energising busom
And swallow your imagery whole
never wanting anything in return
on pain of death.
When travelling the land, and your far from sight
i believe you see what i see
i am drawn to you like a magnet to metal
a belief that is real to me
in our relationship theirs real chemistry.
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