Gina

On a white garden seat, I carry a load, it takes time to defeat, secrets like sea weed, ravaged lipstick Eau De Cologne, wrap around my feet, when lovers trick or treat, perfume gets soaked, we drink whiskey neat, living by a swollen creek, my prayers take hold, my granny picks at sleeves, rifle's next to the sheets, she's no rolling stone, wants to protect me, cure my unease, isolate me at home bathed in love or yeast, there are still more beats, I measure in the gloam, tell him how I feel, no public telephones.