Zulfina

I'm sat here aghast, shuddering at what i'd caught, thinking this cannot last, my partner is asking, a penny for your thoughts, how do i break her fast, i want to see her on the tap, dancing on thorns, a modern day iconoclast, Oh it's useless i'm fat, i'd rather be caught, on the next mountain pass, another screams avoid her crap, struggling to be born, i swell under Burlap, can't dream of your class, silken not torn, listening to your gasps, broken unsought.

Yannisa

When i was losing cred, you cried don't be undone, i won't see you again, you sent me ahead, dancing forlorn, where else but the tent, freedom a sense of dread, unlike Anthony Powell, who'd sat and read, having given a son to tread, a lonely path alone, lost like Pliny in his head, couldn't pray for rest, or listen to the stones, his manner always myriad, unlike mine let it be said, when our paths have gone, use lipstick instead, throw music at my storm.

Yola

How do we measure love, do you look at the sea, wonder if there ever enough, she talks of sleeping rough, and what it means to be, on top of that trough, its no use acting tough, better be at any cafe', make good of prison, no running or hurrying up, go to museums for freedom, drink wine by broken cup, not too many scruples, washing feet on desolation street, screaming her rebuffs, flips a coin sees enough, worse than jail she tells me, forsake it all delay the 'cuff, my grand schemes.

Yasmin

I was sighing 'you don't believe me,' we are leaving from Idaho, take drink and forget lethargy, but i haven't got the energy, she is such a giving soul, this friend of Marguerite's, my Italian friend says she, is recent to New York, but doesn't live there happily, maybe because she feels guilty, she wears a lovers crown, and only now sleeps fitfully, why do thoughts betray our dreams, or try make us atone, by staring at the empty country, in winter sun the train makes speed, it's as good as being alone, she paints her face for security, i hold the mobile phone.

Yanka

How do i treat this scene, looking neat on vodka, as if it will protect me, off my face and green, mascara pushed down the sofa, eyes turned around discreet, fix this place like a dream, red and yellow dank cellar, she asks where've you been, my greatest days say Si, she loosens first my collar, we sit side by side redeemed, she is like a gift from the sea, brings me Bollinger, at the next epiphany doesn't bother with history, has neither sou nor dollar, wants to drink to chastity, before i start to holler.

Yaya

What separates us from our best, does a sail make us shrill, our flight to change address, a raging thirst to assess, a map, some salt,let us kill, at the sight of your caress, any more to your requests, than nights battered or still, to fix our weathered compass, locate the inventive West, have us eat our fill, hope we pass the test, shape our days at sea or rest, face each wave or rill, struggle against each duress, send us back if we egress, be devoured by men or kids, by flame or water to confess, he who tempers will.

Yerma

She kills me with her being, on stretched out sunny days, dances like a fallen queen, talks of seeing, an artist bright and unfazed, called Jennifer Frean, who never left her street, tho' she traveled many ways, a young woman beat, that leaves me careening, hearing a midnight train, when love like Lorca's weaving, sends part of me reeling, falling like the rain, on St Anthony's quay, an empty feeling seeking, morning cafe' warmth and cakes, pain of the ladron stealing, across my face.