Yara

Strained in my bones, I struggle to explain, heart whirrs like a drone, returning home feels good, kisses blown in the rain, she holds the door open, laughs at all my jokes, the useless games, small wonder that I’m broke, must do what I should, take yesterday's blame, with tins of chocolate, she wears a lemon Kermode, the ribbons of a day, leaves her standing cold, a sea wind ocean floods, the tornado of her rage, her imprisoned lips mouth, you're dancing again.