Lucy

Who wants to be free, says my lover , I do, she lifts her hand easy, nothing between her and home, the breeze is kind on the peninsula, it’s not right to be alone, her bright swelling sea, is not given to anyone, paints her toenails bright green, crimson she straightens my bones, she s a fun one, the bright colours of her clothes, wine caresses me, she says no one's told her, about hopes of eternity, God knows where she's from, it's a short step to clarity, to tell me what’s gone wrong, marriages and symphathy.