Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers,
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.
Seriously...if I could just find my soulmate...we would just snuggle watching the I.D. Channel while eating mini corndogs dipped in mustard. Priceless Thought...just saying.