< the broken vase (in retrospect) was breakable >

[ellajam]

                        < the broken vase (in retrospect) was breakable >
                               
                                Barbados south of Belleplaine
                                Its pastels reaching sea to sky
                                Our secret Margaritaville
                                Our thin excuse for felony
                                (Our badlands come in turquoise hues)
                                Did I fuck you or you fuck me?
                                (The bruise will come eventually)
                                Barbados south of Belleplaine
                                Its pastels reaching sea to sky
                               
                                                - - -

I continue to enjoy this, especially

                               (Our badlands come in turquoise hues)
                               Did I fuck you or you fuck me?
                               (The bruise will come eventually)
                               Barbados south of Belleplaine

and the title. The softness of the B sounds work so well to express vulnerability and melancholy, a sense of fondness for a regrettable event. The distance yet unshakable closeness comes through. Thanks for posting it.