My last……

Can of survival

Would be

The main attraction

An improper fraction

Oh! I think

There’s one way

In to be

Swiftly washed out

I witness

Downtrodden respect

From the last sips

Of your lips

You’ll think about me

Dignity Holds

My head in secrecy

Then orchestrated

Compelled

And annoyingly dry

Spellbound Love is expensive

You'll think about me

Stranded and remember

All the kisses

On the green lands

Of this island

Fed from a vixen's prison

Fantasies

At a matinee

From the menu elected

My loving heart

Is like a dry land