peek from thy window
onto the sea that I have laid for you swim about;
on days—
you desired to stay afloat,
the waves of the arabian
gentle and soft—
upon thou slender self.

having laid; lovelorn self;
half coffined;
at your doorstep;
the waters of thy Arabian
shall mop me to far-land
missing—
of your mellow;
all I had to say,
now diarrehea in my bowels yellow.

Reach out to my shoulders;
perched on my melting frame—
as the waters of the Arabian
wash us away,
one last time.
© LOKI