Francine

Who knows if she's right, or even if she's skimming, water, sky, sunlight, like the river off Burbo Bank, her smile arrives brimming, where my lonely heart sank, she never leaves a family’s side, but knows her own following, did someone make her cry, her lungs open like a tank, she understands my limits, could undress a ham shank, next to me like a bride, her lips twist for filleting, why constant why, tobacco blonde full of lies, a lover who goes swimming, many a royal night, she dances in the tide, her fame is just beginning, nails me with that smile, fresh, alive, winning.