Meet Me at the Mouth
Sophie Woodhouse
I wait for the sun to rise
It’s taking its sweet time
Forever you are mine
Focus on what we’ve left behind
I wait for the moon to grow
I kiss her from below
If we were friends to foes
Would you still hold me in my woes?
The rain kisses the ground
No sense of sight and sound
If I was still around, would you still meet me at the mouth?