Minerva,
My soul.
Come wash me away .

My morning my life my love.
I can't get over you.
Turning at the corners of my mind.

Eyes seductive,
pursed lips,
awakened ember,
breathes,
sigh of satisfaction
smokey duvets
roll through the air.

Cigarette,
Dressing gown,
Nose full.
She dances.

Trail blazing for coins
She chunners to herself.
Singing a song
Nobody knows.
Vocational begging
She has all the skills.
Whatever you want.
Give her a quid,
She'll shower you with praise.
Give her a note,
She'll give your **** a name.
Pay her a fee,
She'll writhe in the dark.
Patrolling the alleys
It's all the same.
Her gypsy heroism
Keeping all the girls safe.
Her job is the same.
Toothless by daylight.
Desirable in dark.

I saw your smile on Sunday,
It's madness when your here
But you're never too far
Within grasping reach.
You and your insanity.
Warm when its near.
Wrapping and enveloping.
Blanketed in the madness.

tears,
from a mermaids chains.
in a cold wet human blanket.
she rolls and tumbles to be free.
from what she is.
free and fantasy.

Sunshine whenever you turn my way.
gibberish rays coat my face.
you don't half chat some beautiful ****.
quotable, worrisome,  
but my perfect tremendously disastrous
friend.

Monolith of despair.
Obsidian door. But open a crack.
Enough to see the pain shining through.
I knock on the sarcophagus.
She answers tentatively.
Painful, anxious.
The mummy is awake,
Today is a good day.

My Louise,
Chaos when you're near,
Madness when you're far.
Never too far away from me.
My Louise.

See, I told you she has gone,
The friend that you once wore.
The one you loved alone.
Left you on your own.
I told you. She has gone.