by Victor Dissimilis

Created on: July 26, 2008   Last Updated: April 22, 2009

She Stalks Like a Fox

She stalks like a fox, with twilight eyes that see right through me
And with trembling lips which promise things that never can be
She walks in the night with a deftness of stumbling that becomes her
And her fear-marked face haunts my dreams as I slumber
But I do, wouldn't anyone, wouldn't you, love her so?
Standing in the dock at Pimlico

I see her through the light, under the clock at the station
Hoping she will notice me, trying not to be impatient
But when she does, she comes up to ask for money
Everything we've shared fades into distant memory
But I do, wouldn't anyone, wouldn't you, love her so?
Pleading in the dock at Pimlico

Seasons come & go, but she's always dressed for Winter
She howls in the rain that hurtles down in hurried splinters
She begs at the Cross for a piece of salvation
With her tattooed mind, for a silent generation
But I do, wouldn't anyone, wouldn't you, love her so?
Floating in the dock at Pimlico

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