Play your song for me…I know it well. I’ll be lazy here on blue velvet clouds of forgotten promises. Laughing on the outside, split ends know me well. As they crept up onto my freshly dried hair, I remembered the moment within that moment when you first looked at me.

Parched for your affections, dressed in my undressed mind. Hooks and eyes that one has only seen.

An additive, not necessary, presumptuously preferred.

And so, I’ll sink away into the tide, just as I was, I will be, renounced into the deep.