Josephine

My mother used to say, the scent of a woman, heaven to those away, written in the stones, walking with a pram, perfume is a moment, like luck in a game, when it's gone, that's time to change, others simply groan, over an evening dram, others hug their bones, then the cloud break, and the sun carries on, I call out your name, like a cargo boat, come on home my man, add you to my hopes. I’m the one who can.