Zena

I wonder if she's right, to dream of the sea, dancing in the light, she’ll splash and parade, make faces at calumny, her soul works this way, shrouds of her delight, shake out release, time is her lightning, her eyes bear the fray, to denounce all reason, she wants away, she’ll go to the wire, before such entreaty, is tossed on the fire, carries no dismay, is done with feelings, what are they anyway, says she loves me.