April Draped in Orange

She dreamt thru the pain an April draped in orange You know he never hit the same place twice The ring on his finger, spoke not of protection but of weakening inhibitions Over on Eleventh Street just 5 doors down, fades the memory of the remains of a girl And though eventually they took him downtown 'n' finger-printed him for it No professional beard could ever return her crown No soft embrace, as tears stream in profile June's all grey again She lives in hope of seeing April draped in orange You know she never eats the same thing twice Faded tattoos on her fingers, coded hints on navigating her favourite intersections Behind her dangerous angles and confetti eyelids There remains the memory of a girl, it's just a memory