Love, Lore, Loss.

I can call life purity
because my love has washed up
and pulled away from reality like lips stuck to a lure
Filleted and cooked on the moon and I'm so stuck
Inside your heart and I want more

So roll the dice and test your luck
Share the winnings, our own lore
and if I'm at a loss, my heart will bleed a river
that you could paddle down with one oar
the current would be strong so stay limber