The shark in dark waters
The cutting of hair
Tell the tale of transformation
And it's you, who guides me there

She says it's typical of you
to tear down and rebuild
And funny that it appeared to be
an accident- not willed

I don't believe that-
Oh no, an accident we're not!
For you are the lid, and
I am the ***

So as we toil and trouble
Bubble and burn
It is simply transparent
For (only) each other we yearn

Mixing and swirling,  feeling the heat
Seeing only our future around each turn we meet.

I'll hold on tight as this brew is fixed
Because no one or nothing is
as sweet on my lips.