A flash of defined skin and you are in my mind
Thus resigned, I am to be no longer seaworthy
A Duran Duran kind of yacht
That blocks out all sense of informed reality
With knife in hand and swimsuit stropped
She ensures my fragility is so easily cropped
That I chose to take a second look
Says somehow that the book on you is not yet closed
With odds so long I am way beyond Camus’ Outsider
She has desires, although its no longer me beside her
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