My face breaks the sea
                  wash, wash over me.

An army stands guard
                   led by lotions and creams

What, is my beauty?

Pock-marks scar my moon tonight,
the emotions on my pock face fight.

But my faults dissolve with the sea.
                              Wash, wash over me.

The summer heat in Ypsi pounds my back
drumming notes of sweat into my clothes.

My song of labor for all to see.
Yes, I did it. Yes, this is me.

How my muscles contract and move in time,
One, two, trash
One, two, trash
Picking up trash is my dance agony.

A dancing soldier-I step and I bleed.
I look up at the sun-my source of melody.

The sun is my musicbox
-my tune and my clock.
I cannot stop dancing until the sun stops.

Droops of juice drip down slow-cooked me
                      Oh,Oh, how my love flows.
The flush of delight I get when we meet
                       Oh, Oh, how my love flows.

The way your fingers smoke my skin
                       Oh, Oh, how my love flows.
I am frozen in lust until we sin
                       Oh, Oh, how my love flows.

I do not want to see what you have gained
when what manifests is what I have lost.

The words, the look, that gentle embrace,
so much is invisible until acquaintance is made.

So much is forgotten when acquaintance is gone.

But if I see you before me again,
the words, the look-all frozen in memory

Will what I imagine in my thoughts
manifest in reality to what I have lost?