Goddess

Don’t prostrate yourself in public.
I don’t want that.
I know you worship me
But you’re being a prat.

Brush off the sand
And be a man.
I thought you’d understand
This is something we can

Work out in private,
Not on the beach.
If you wait
We can each

Have our say
Behind closed doors.
I can reveal my true feelings.
You can express yours.

I appreciate you’re in a state
(Hence being prostrate)
But where has that ever got you?
You know I hate

Too much emotion.
Of course, you could do
the decent thing and go
drown yourself in the ocean.

That was a joke
To lighten the mood.
You’re a disconsolate bloke.
Such a serious dude.

(No wonder I’m planning to
leave you).