Martina

Who wants to be free, my lover high five reaches, I do, she looks to sea, puts both her hands up, the breeze is easy, nothing between her and sun, you're the same as me, she says, her bright topography, sweeps the beach, her eyebrows plucked, as tight as a celebrity, she claims she's no schmuck, her smile is a wheeze, as if hopes of eternity, lie where funnels sweep, any idea of scrutiny, to our togetherness harmony, a place without breach, futile to disagree.