Vivienne

When you waved ta ra, kissed me here and there, I died in your arms, what you said still sticks, love of harbours and Fairs, beaches pebbles insects, this lonely dog gazes far, at your jumbled worlds, bottles, tidal wood, jam jars, you are a pin prick, squeezed red on my finger, seepage from an oil slick, forget your shiny cars, nothing but a thirst, besides the ocean’s roar, continue with your phoney tricks, say love will keep me here, you have had your kicks, don’t worry, I’ll repair.