Idaho

You kiss before you go, light bounces on the tide, salt from last night’s show, when you rise from the dunes, your face a relic of sky, are you solace tuned, designed on the right tones, a mirage of warm surprise, to reveal all your bones, love you take as your due, before you turn on your side, weary travelers consumed, as for dreams you postpone, on some road you’d rather slide, you pass to lonely souls, the sea crashes all alone, an orchestra for your ride, dances again amidst the groans, make them laugh tonight.

Irena

I'm thinking of going away, getting out of this place, drink wine see about trains, but i haven't got the Moxi, she makes such generous trades, my friend who sits quietly, asks her Da to arrange, a trailer trash luxury crate, somewhere nice for us to stay, I don't ask why, cars fill up their lanes, I watch them pass by, men who understand rage, kneel to see her again, dance in lonely heart ache, nothing's like being ingrained, with a lover so contained, who paints her face hesitates, sways gently in the rain.

Helen

You'd gamble the sky, then look at me and moan, turn your face into a why, you say you miss the Blues, watching ships coming home, attend every wake as true, chase money like it was kind, salt and perfume far from home, caress me or at least try, stinking of some great fortune, smoking cigarettes forgetting to 'phone, maybe you can read the runes, call upon different tribes, listen to stories they intone, some'll gurgle some'll die, don't treat me as your wife, forage at some thing unknown, conceal all bitter ugly tones, make me want to fly.

Haya

High breds live on cream, so can let you know, what they really think, each dance gives a clue, their wiles only show, a frozen smile on curfew, bursting with balustrade screams, they whirl around nearly yellow, searching for the dream, murdered by this wanton crew, who like to bestow, largesse on the cruel, their night's vain preen, softer than sourdough, sweats them to their knees, dance naked by the trees, you can kiss my sorrow, rub shoulders in mountain streams, call me tomorrow.

Hortense

She's bored, don't fake an interesting life, say how you were adored, when they let you remain, you cried for days inside, washed shirts in the rain, now you talk without pause, make sudden tinkled chimes, she's heard those tales before, a missive suddenly contains, all she deems wise, her coat hangs on nails, left as an afterthought, gone on the tide, slipped away untaught, you barely knocked her door, regrets don't ask why, emotions too poor, to understand your lies.

Hermoine

You never say what's true, what you saw, in the alley without virtue, dance again to the moon, pray with some lonely whore, your head full of tunes, when your lover groans, don't say things like that for, why break her bones, only fools live like you, crying out your holy orders, making strange concoctions to brew, you sweat in furious tones, as if divined by horses, riding here like Empress Jones, tell me am a fool to leave you, you'll pay a heavy score, your face is turning blue, I walk the floor.

Holly

Before a stranger she pleads, the sound of a removal van, destroys any sense of ease, her offering is a moan, who could fault her tan, each song rings like doom, that intones she's not free, the bars are full of men, does it matter on your knees, without ships or their groans, she looks deadpan, at empty faces crushed bones, now chained prays and keens, inwardly says walk with elan, i'll die at this scene, that sweet insouciant breeze, in the prisonhouse by chance, her face folds in creases, begs for a dance.