Ella

Clattered steps in the evening, heart beating like a train, I’m dying to see her, my heads a jungle fix, high as an Arctic crane, flushing love in the mix, a drumming racket cinema reel, gorgeous flowers are sprayed, she does that to me, her touch more than any wish, how difficult it is to say, I’m a stage for all her tricks, the scent of perfume released, she arrives at the station, the joy in every crease, her face is a gift, to serenade any freighter, can you how I live, when you leave again ?