Raven Maria

There’s your shadow

that is sharp and pure

you’re a rich meadow

but quite far from demure

Your room where I’m

at your beck and call

and I buy your time

in hope you’ll stop and stall

      Oh my black raven

      and my great unknown

      I’m beyond saving

      what strange seed you’ve sown

      I kiss all your lips

      as you spread your hips

There’s your stories

I will never know

they’re like toy lorries

and they pass and go

There’s your body

that I like and love

it’s like a story

I keep dreaming of

      refr.

17/4/12

For Maria, my cute prostitute