Isla

Give me one last kiss, says my ex happening, eyes raised nothing amiss, nowhere between us and sea, a kindly breeze circling, shall i make some coffee, her eyes full of mist, gone beyond her crying, nails painted and clipped, the colour of love's infancy, a great light entwining, the rivers of uncertainty, a blazing sun insists, remove all guise of binding, she looks at passing ships, places that bear no scrutiny, a small step to lying , about her being happy, without my kindings.