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I call it love. How long? I cannot say,
But somewhere on the road, in motel rooms
I thrust into clenched fist and cried Scully
As if you’d been my own for many moons.
You’re like the sea, and me? A drowning man.
I want your salt, to sail the tides in you;
To ride your waves, to rest in your warm sand.
I’m shipwrecked now, alone, don’t know where to.
And could you love me after so much death?
You’ve lost so much, our lives so filled with pain.
You’re like a drug, my heroine, my meth;
you’re in my blood, my guts, my every vein.
So touch me, Scully let me kiss your lips.
And anchor me to shore– between your hips.