the waves crashed against clear skies
as we walked those shores together
we had visited all our lives.
our hands intertwined
as you romanced and tried to woo me.
darling, there's only one way to get me:
treat me like a queen
and i'll turn you into my king.
it's peculiar how i don't find anything
you say to be flirty;
it feels too real to be anything
other than your reality.
i repeat each word say say
as if said to me in a dream:
'
we speak tongues
foreign to me.
