Francesca

You'd gamble anything, one of us says, including your wedding ring, I wonder after kissing your lips, watching waves in the bay, the harbour alive with ships, what is it that makes you sing, salt and perfume not far away. chasing numbers with the wind, you caress your finger tips, smoke cigarettes kneel to pray, giving out as you came in, maybe you can smile, that certain image you make, hung before us in the air, a song sweetens everything, including all the nights betrayed, conceals all the little flings, take them to your grave.