Should I be Bonnie to your Clyde?
and will you take me on a moonlight ride?
Beyond the border of the break of dawn
will you charm me
slide your tongue around sweet lies
and honey flavoured nothings
laced with the half truths of who you wish you were
and want me to be
but darling surely even you can see
there is nothing wrong with reality
and I’ll be
we may even figure it out
when serpents make friends with honeybees