Greca

Who will clap you now. make you drink more drink, show you where’s no shadow, your eyes beat like fireflies, they dance on the brink, this hot Sunday in July, the rocking of the boat, sunlight swathes the links, how far will it take you, ship's sails unfurl and glide, your golden skin and trinkets, who has never been wise, but your friend sits alone, what is he thinking, his laughter comes hollow, perhaps your new side, will make him think, an Aria to the sky, kiss your face pink ?