Low Tide Regrets

As a child I loved you like a child

Everything about you was a craft

Tried to win your favour with sharp silliness

But girls are always older than their laughs

Now I'm older love's just like a Lavermat

I try and lose the spin to keep things dry

Mixing fast with colour a social conscious thing

What clown has washed the duster with the whites?

Would you sink to be my baby? Could you float to be my love?

Was our chemistry a punctured rubber ring?

No low tide regrets but there's a child collecting seashells