Say
What you will
With only means
To take
A rake to the bottom of the sea’s soul
Cutting through silt and coral
To slit the ocean wide
Gently bleeding, gilded girls
Whale
Stuffing the metal fist with clam shells
How we long and weight
To breathe
Pliant prying
Poke and prod
I said no
To much more than indecent proposals
You cannot buy a vacant Lot
Much less stifle a volcano
There is nothing from this empty nest
To take
To have and to hold
In stickiness and stealth
Till death you impart
With your steely rake
Hulled
But not stripped
Baring trepid truth
A precious grain of tepid integrity
Drowning in fiery spit
Bend me all you want
For this will
You cannot break
~
Baby Pele was a jealous little sister but I sure loved her spirit. As a former Venus, I’ve always thought Pele and I had something in common. Oh god this song. And the humiliating routine it came with. However, the password to the secret club will always and forever be: Bananarama. You would be most welcomed in our sanctuary of fairy tales.
“A rake to the bottom of the sea’s soul” – wow. And ouch!
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Thanks q. I was feeling it all.
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I love the lines, “Bend me all you want, For this will, You cannot break.”
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❤️
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