Hammerlock

There it goes,

one more thing thrown across the room,

you look and tut,

at the book I'm reading now

Cash in hand, Love in heart,

It never rains but pours,

I pray for dust,

come and wash this all away,

We are an Ouroboros,

goes round and round and round

Water laps,

My words sink upon their launch

high water line

how close I came to trying

La petite mort,

To stop the words from coming out

This is just to say,

You are so cold,

And so sweet