Rhianna

Does your family gather pain, need you to suffer still, light candles for you, give money to every vagrant, see you stumble, fall ill, draw salt at your curfew, decant the falling rain, strain against your will, love it when you're Blue, it's that river again, recognise the chill, of someone else's purlieu, this one turns your gaze, breaks into laughter still, with dreams of long avenues, as a Catholic will you tame, nights of easy thrill, sometimes she sings anyway, makes you feel brand new. the places where we try come on love they coax, let's sing a song don't cry, not one catches their throat, learn to dance don't get blue, wear a dress of any issue, seize this time 'as mine', ignore those with cool untruths, hit me with more wine. go to sea, get out of hand, or come to see you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, barefoot she prays for glue, better than that bitter grease, if she is to be free, between worrying about disease, or dancing on Hawaii, what she'd like to do. wriggle up to someone new a drop of comfort as her due maybe the rain can provide, solace of another time