Daisy

Is it a sin to go alone, do only children dance, down the long slopes, Verde on the terrace bar, Campari dark glasses, chance, an evening the suburbs adore, outside opera house Lake Como, I pray our wounds will lance, my stay at this rodeo, loving someone from afar, sheathed in the middle distance, who am I to deny her laugh, sourball colours blah blah blah, your electric prance, demise of yet another star, I’ll see her again I hope, cooled by her glance, a singing fire to rake, the rhythm of her balance.