Bury My Feet

by Surreal as Sunlight

My feet are sieves
they let the grains slip like thieves
in arabian nights, avoiding daylights

flights of kites that are high above our heads
threads on our beds that we slip off when we wake up

decisions of incisions to determine the day
paying for our stay miles away

the flick of your lighter, the sun shines brighter
the familiar smell, i always grinned

but now you had me pinned, and so i sinned

the wake of the lake hit my feet
and i let them sink
i set down my drink and you laid your head on me
so free, so free, so free

i'm not throwing myself in yet
just getting my feet a little wet