Lisa

When cafe's swell with rain, or unshaven criminals, whisper your name, hear your groans, dead drunk at Catechism, is it loving coming home, when problems rage, does life make you irritable, at forgotten trains, please cap your moans, keep hurt to a minimum, dance a jig within your bones, why keep love chained, like the trials of Sisyphus, lose all the grey games, you can absolve and praise, for love that tricked us, to stand alone unafraid, troubled yet insistant.