Trim

Shaving my legs for the first time in ages
I'm smooth as a river stone
Feeling amphibious
Creature of slime in a lake in the city
Watch children point fingers at
Fast sinking currency
Your eyes sinking, pennies spinning in the deep
I wish I were the afternoon sun on you body
I'm shaving my legs for the first time in ages
I'm trimming the minutes
'Til we're back on speaking terms