The affair
They dived into the deep end of the sea
Straight down they plunge into her slippery soul
Sweat of tears; they drank in her tongue as tea
And ate her sour food from a leaky bowl
It’s not a playground but a court to plea
Their wounds were in flames like a burning coal
It’s a war affair; thus ground he was found
Too tight till it hurts; thus round she was bound.