She dreams in melody
, whistles in chords
leaves her perfume on the broken boards
while boardroom drama
turns to pursuit
She walks in beauty against a sorrow drenched shore and
catches the rain like a magnet on her skin.
She breaks contracts with her eyes and
dischord is never heard when she calls.
Her message always charms as it spills,
Love drops into a full glass.
Sweet to lips.
But toxic to muscle, eats the cells of a heart too young to rot.
She feeds on the fears of fellows for years
Before and behind