You taste like working in the midday sun
Like falling under a wave in the ocean
Like the way that bleach smells
Like a story I can’t bring myself to tell
I kept coming back to feed again
Swept up in cosmic connections
Sold on the story of soulmates
Gave of myself til there was none to take
It was all seaside real estate
For sale in Tennessee
All I could see
Was potential
and the way you literally filled
A metaphoric hole
Ripped into me and never stopped
I would have never had enough
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