Your voice drowns out theirs and mine,
Your wet dreams dampen the night
Turned from sluggish to a halt
When you were just getting started,
Parted lips and clasping hands.
I dragged my feet through cold sand
I spun the moon until it burned
And twirled the ocean, steady churns.
I am waiting for my turn.
I am seeing, but will learn
So that I can do this better,
So that I can do this right.
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