Echo-Lexington - 31Knots

strung out on superlatives

absolute and naked

favorites or champions

still conclude

so soft i faint

from lack of restraint

eclipse the mystery

we can see its face

when flesh tones blur within

your shirt and i keep it quiet

that i’m so austere and pious

therein lies the waste-not

upped on minor leisure

who’s scoring for fun but not me?

offer over automatic

of the good and wrong

we croon like bats

making waves so the air contracts