Veronica

Sister what was that time, when I prayed on trains. sweated for a child, did you see me climb, a drain pipe in the rain, not me who derided, poets from another scene, God is not to blame, our love not a dream, in our tears and brine, we say it just the same, you turn away your eyes, anchors bind my feet, prows ply ancient lanes, we sit beside the sea, you laugh a demented chime, cannot bear to say, nothing seems to rhyme, you are not my slave.