for Francesca
chew me
chew me, Chumey, but don't spit me into the street
I'm the huge soft green long-ribbed tobacco leaf
you can use me in the rain as an umbrella
in a flood I'd be for you the best boat ever
your soft pale beauty I'd protect from the glaring sun
if you spit tobacco juice attackers would run
now being a lover and a bit of a handsome man
the job for me 'd be blowing kisses to you as your fan
27th Febb/6th March