Gracie

Smoking a cigarette, he exhales, says he'll love me yet, stuck here on my mind, a lover's face impaled, within unforgiving light, can anyone suggest, the way he's framed, haunted, proud, in jest, I no longer ask why, he visits me this way, in places safe to lie, safer still to rest, treat this guy like jail, try to hide the bet, let him beat his time a woman beyond the pale, I'll dance to his flames, but will never forget, that uncertain terrain, seek once more the crests, love find me again.