Lala

Sometimes i am squeezed, with the smiles she makes, her manner sleepy easy, love lights mark her cheeks, Nina is playing, by the old Levee, when she was free, New Orleans was shaking, washed sea green, the moon her leader, knows what she's doing, in a magnolia cotton sheet, her long gait and knees, pulls at my traces, makes a whispered plea, does it scare me really, listening to the rain, in a room that creeks, then turns opaque.