Water Sports

Wednesday night I talked
in your sleep,

troubles, tsuris, agita.

Tuesday day had burned us bad,
both. We had iced tea, but it didn't.

I'm sorry I got so free.

It was all that reading, thinking.
I'm sorry I couldn't save you too.

(I still have my whistle and life gaurd shorts.)

Back when Sunday, I was saying,
Girl, paddle your arms!

Wrapping my boy arms around you,
they became rock hard,

the pleasure was mine.
I was saying, Whoa! There is my cock.

Then you wouldn't flap your wings,
and both of us were drowning.

Friday rolled over, and I said,
Well, I'm just a man.

I could not be us both.