Zizi

Stumbled steps at evening, heart beats like a hurricane, stripped of an Ocean breeze, at times a summer whistle, by some haunted door frame, a drumming metal twisted, a wish, more than anything, how different is your game, Oh we missed those scenes, the sight of you forgetful, leaving from the station, a face torn and fretful, your fame on cafe' ceilings, a portable serenade, now you adjust our feelings, you arrive again by ship, blown in like any freighter, rake us with your lips, give us back our names.