Victoria

Who will tend her bones, how beautiful her kiss, does a river wash the stones, my wrist around her glides, her body limpid, to lay upon the tide, with the herring gulls alone, their faces to the wind, white breasts atone, blue notes a soul on fire, for the Cormorants we miss, at Christmas times in mire, their flight is almost known, black scissors hunt for fish, her moonlit eyes are gone, she asks where is home, remembers every broken promise, including what is known, gently makes her wish. How can we ever grow, /is this your last throw it reaches inside you again worms of the cemetery quarantine, resist just the same, they party every night, and you my lover throw, scenes down every lane, skim the lake with stones, swear what you'd never be, each Sunday again, when sunlight lifts the Poppies, hide her deceit/ a soul not hers to keep certainly not deep, a family she thinks cheap, who don't check their Escrow, than promissory notes, far more than any keep, birds thrum their tune, she pulls at my traces, the moon is her nosegay it haunts her face, other shipwreck signs, of someone else's purlieu, learn to dance don't get blue, ignore those cool untruths, give me just one more time. what comes to meet you, the decks that grace her due, each sea green evening, she dances on Hawaii, thats what she'd like to do