Sleek
They all say I am sick
Cos I have eyes only for her
Then I lost my sight
And felt only my feel
Her sun burns through me
Her moon, my after glow
Her laughter breaks my chains
Her touch, torching my skin
I strive and strain
To hold on, hold back
The sky broke
Merging with an endless sea
Now I see
Beyond the ache of my flesh
Emptied of yester-night
Am I sick? Her name is Sleek.
---Bobtee.
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