Jane

light swingS towards me, along the evening beach, . sardine boats bob at sea, at the raging hotel bar, I hear rain and keen, drum on the duck boards, we drink unhappily, you bring a pot of tea, absurd false pleasantry, don't try to condone, another hateful breach, to note we are alone, I want to somehow feel, but this opacty, splits like lightning, cuts me to the bone, tightens new dungarees, no one's coming home, only stairs to creep.