Veronica

Where do we hope to be, our bodies twist and groan, in wine or over easy, worms of cemetery quarantine, resist their combing, and dance like honey bees, then you my lover seize, this time to make scones, in a house behind the sea, we swore we'd never agree, on Sundays to live alone, sunlight shifts the alley, how beautiful and so lovely, your neck smooth as bone, when my torso pulls free, will you help me see, your face by the water, somewhere far from ecstasy, tell us all we know ?