Paloma

Who wants to be free, asks my lover, I do, my hearts skips a key, nothing between her and the sun, the breeze whispers on the peninsula, says she thinks we’re done, my bright intensity, bends awkward out of trouble, unhampered by serendipity, the smell of her perfume, makes me think of mother, who also played out of tune, light has a kind of density, it leaves no spaces for cover, wish I could join the Fleet, she'll stand by her ruins, places run out of love, so close to the truth, it’s hard to keep going.