Smiling a calico smile.
I do not understand your intentions
But you touch me just once
And I become soft and formable
A mound of clay for your hands
To discover and create.
I can't remember the last time anything
Hurt so good,
But then
I can't really remember the last time
I felt anything at all
Because you don't call
And I am left here frozen
And waiting for a ship
That too long ago capsized
And never made it to port.
I could be your harbor
If you would let me.
I could ment your sails
If you would let me.
I could be your endless horizon
If you would let me.