The Boat Was Wild But You Hung On You Just Hung Right On Poem by Damian Mac

conquests are for the crusades,
did you breathe that seaside air,
did we both inhale,
that one time which (is yet to)
skip skip skip my mind

please will you buy a crucifix
for me?
run it through some holy water and
keep running it in whatever
you feel blessed

just take it to my face,
my skin, if i recoil
ill remember not a thing,
grin or burn,
ill no longer recall shared fires,
rainstorms, baths with long forgotten songs

hold that to me and see if this burns
hold that to me, see if i burn

Damian Mac