Ximena

Sometimes you can’t undo, what happens deep inside, his face hove’s into view, laughter in his blue eyes, when he asks me why, the moon's on the rise, a lover simole and true, he holds out the wine, draws a line at virtue, once he walked the line, found places safe to cry, explored the rushing tide, a man of rage and sinew, forget his sweet lullabies, it’s not an easy listen, in the stuff that chimes, his life is like a kite, a string the only rlde, twisted by sunshine.