If only I could see your eyes sparkle,
behind all those irreverent ideas,
intended to unseat and to shock,
I’ll embrace you even as you are,
with a mouth spewing filth and fire.
It’s just some dirty water flowing
upon this ancient knowing rock.
It’ll dry even before you can claim
‘It’s wet!’ and the flaky residue is off,
before you’ve broken your breath!
So come along then and show us.
Something that’ll bear my heat,
stick and stay till it’s a part of me.