Olivia

Who wants the last kiss, asks my lover, eyes raised as if nothing amiss, nowhere between us and sea, a kindly breeze on the peninsula, it makes me want coffee, her eyes full of mist, given over to watching others, nails painted and clipped, same colour in our infancy, the great light untroubled, she thinks she's a celebrity, a blinding sky resists, any hope of cover, she'll look for passing ships, places that bear no scrutiny, it's a small step to bother, her being happy, a marriage running over.