Olivia

Who wants to be free, asks my new found lover, I lift my hand easy, nothing between me and home, breezes kind on the peninsula, it’s not right to be alone, her bright smiling homily, is not given to anyone, toenails painted strawberry, she'll re -arrange my loans, a really fun one, big colours of her clothes, red wine and the sea, I ask if anyone's told her, about the scope of emnity, God knows where she's from, it's a short step to clarity, better say what’s going on, I don't do security.