the last refugee

lie with me now, under lemon tree skies, show me the shy slow smile you keep hidden by warm brown eyes, catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart, and wonder at love's sweet ache, and the wild beat of my heart, oh, rhapsody tearing me apart, and i dreamed i was saying goodbye to my child, she was taking a last look at the sea, wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells, while bathing belles soft beneath hard bitten shells, punch their iphones, erasing the numbers of redundant lovers, and search the horizon, and you'll find my child, down by the shore, digging around for a chain or a bone, searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea, the last refugee