It was a cool night in her cool eyes the sun was up high and we were yearning
There was a blue sky and we drank white wine but there were clouds inside her
I sang a song the words slipped softly off my tongue and poured right in
Into her cool heart where things grow slowly
Slow enough to see the process - in some moments - life seems dying
I see her face wrinkle like asphalt in Africa, Soft with weakness, open with warmth
Her eyes are small boats bobbing above her private history
Her hands are silky and small, bumpy with blood pressure
She is a victim of this blood,
However thin, a sure horizon will come, overbearing with menacing red lines
Is the sun sinking or does it set
It’s all in your head
Her military love shaped me with blades
Too many questions, she tied the knots
Unlearned lessons await you in your last eternal moment
I shan’t attend this last pity party
I shall no longer dance and hit and bend my bones to fit your pretend.