Francesca

Why treat me so uncouth, enclude me in your dreams, melt me lemon blue, with your scents and perfumes, and easy Ballet scenes, don’t run a knife through glue, your palace lies in ruins, dances feather like in the sea, its walls are yellow mildew, take me there as rescue, and forever gently ease, its face to mine in tribute, your tiny satin shoes, splay like tambourines, waiting for such a move, why leave me here as rebuke, if you’ve someone else to see, no one need know the truth, rise above its beams.