Wrestle me well, my love, For we were star-crossed enemies, And I miss you.
My shoulders miss your caring arms, My lips crave your pale-red tongue, A slice of refreshment, watermelon, My chest searches the rise of your chest, And my torso longs only, and is only, For your leg locks.
Grapple me and my lightweight heart, As the backbone of this world breaks, As the sun sinks into final submission, But I will never tap on this love out.