Pamela

Our ship leaves the harbour wall, in darkness and green light, who would carry us at all, tell me, tell me why, sails spread in translucent flight, you rage against their spite, a high strung hammock makes you call, when bells ring the night, we will see our own downfall, love spreads across the Bight, Africa comes within sight, its warm embrace widening, why when I kiss your sweet jaw, across the shining moonlight, you talk of useless laws, something is not quite right, rubbed petals for sweet delight, beside you our baby cries, your face a tissue of lies.