Veronica

Who wants to be free, asks my lover, she lifts her head easy, her bright horizon, is not given to everyone, her toenails painted crimson nothing between us and the sea, the breeze kind on the peninsula, don't you want to succeed, an answer is called upon, a short step to Zion, a symphony ruined and gone, the riot of her lipstick creases, she thinks she's a funny one, the wine caresses me, if I don’t want oblivion, to refuse her refugee salon, why state marriage is a con if I’m just a demi john ?