Islets of whatever we make of love

Thinking forth, days make tears sometimes

Crippling glee

The barks of shimmering eyes, breaks gasps in 

Wet liquid sways

Aren't you a bit timid, (dearest)

Weary lakes 

Have yet nothing to do

With what's moist and shying red

You need it splinter upon TV, your nightless charm

Your quaint, and all the raging colors

Mellow you more, 

Wreaking a naked love fronts of millions

Chop chop, 

they have said

Tears like squint and legless musk

Sick sick hell, and marsh amidst,

You,

You ocean girl