Lucy lives right next to the sea,
Her house is blue with
A bright orange door.
The sunlight pushes through her old straw hat,
Making jaguar spots all over her back.
Lucy only wants to see my heart exploding
In flashing fountains of red and yellow,
She’s tearing me apart like gauzy linen
The fragile, gauzy linen of her summer dress,
And you could see right through,
And it highlights her face;
Long, thick, blonde hair and predatory eyes.
Oh Lucy, I’ve been scratching scratching
Scratching at the windows
Trying to get out of here.
But there’s no real way to get past these walls.
Lucy likes to walk on the beach
Picking up shells and feathers and bones that have bleached
Since she left them baking in the kind, golden sun
All her poor murdered lovers
She left with sand in their wounds.
And sand in their eyes.
And sand in their mouths as she kissed them goodbye.
Oh take me, please, Lucy,
To your blue house by the sea
What you did to all those boys
Won’t you please do to me?
Adding your comment: