Bella

Your star is coming home, beside police cones, in gardens you lie prone, you whisper love, on throwaway 'phones, your ravaged face a moon, like saints show their bones, a song massages your soul, makes you drink alone, pearl doves arc above, a lifetime learning to moan, fly to those who give, fresh linen and eau de cologne, always makes them groan, you wear a red raincoat, you are not alone, millions come and go, to seek the right tone, luminous as a frozen stone, above the credit zones, your search is to coax, before taking loans. r live life by the score, leave me here to stew, pray to broken laws, say you won't leave home, only fools give you due, don't divide me by whores, or other things you do, why scream because, throw hierlooms at the moon my almond eyes are ruined birds sing out of tune drain summer into June sweep up with my btroom in our bones we're ruined not present desire, hope on a midnight wire, a young woman without child, around my fire, she descends by mountain hue, and you don't want to go against those Blues, in this summer light, you leave without a phone, home provides no clue, the trail is well used, they know of your plight, don't try to condone, all your cards are marked, you're never that far, don't stay where you are, in a warm hazy fog, put a veil across my face or send me to Mars, from where you delegate, at the promenade bar, i think you're great,,