Saturday, October 22, 2011

At the Water

I don't explain the world to you
and I don't explain how women are
what you want to see
you got to look for yourself by far.
I don't wake you, I don't ask you
I don't wear your skin
and for the silence in your tent
my heart beats with a wide grin.

       I am at the water
       and if you want to be with me
       then bring your boat down to the sand
       and for the storm and night
       you got my hand.



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