some such

olderman

I can’t tell you about the time I really met you
Your demeanor and your attitudes left out
Of the chance encounter in the middle of the ocean
As your voice rang out amongst the salted crash

You try to tell me about your former lover
Why you love him still - just the same
Scrape me with your lust and the new beginning
As your cry of want is gaining in rain’s fast

Please visit me soon in North Dakota
Where the longer days simmer with life’s joy
Sizzled spins and dances on small rivers
As your soul escapes your haunted dreams

So the bishop he moved in diagonal fashion
And the priestess she was too much to blame
Clasping hair pins in your hair dress
As the wail of the siren drowns your cry

Msaaber

I've come back to read this several times. Kind of endearing with a sweet note to it.