What if demanding attention
Has nothing to do with devotion
And everything to do with self obsession?
I'm so jealous I can't speak
God knows it's hard enough to
Keep my chin up, harder still to
Keep afloat

Drenched
Lying back
Spread out on the grass to dry
I thought you sun-bathing because
I could smell sun-burnt skin
You've been left out in the sun to fade
I don't know if I can let you
Back inside again