Portugal

I hovered above your left dorsal ventricle

You wandered below my lateral line

As we sipped our coffee

You spoke nonchalantly of the truth found within my inevitable decline

I offered up penance like a handful of rubies

You offered up blame like a room full of snares

And thoroughly, completely, and not quite discreetly

You wounded my heart with the way that you care

But I know the weight of fate on my shoulders

I have been blessed by the meanings of words