Girl, You

Girl, you think like abraham
While you sleep throughout the night
Of an awful tiresome day with
Your spiral shaped spine
In every convulsive
Move you make there's a
Kiss from my father's lips
Please nevermind his old school
Bruise colored lipstick
When you croak i'll
Take you down
To the lake where i'll mend you
You my precious little dawn
You know you send me