< the broken vase (in retrospect) was breakable >

[rayheinrich]

                        < 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
                               
                                                - - -

It's beautiful. I don't if I am right but I think it speaks of a clandestine relationship. It's subtle yet effective. I liked your word choices and the first two opening lines and the last two lines add to the scenic feel. The parenthesis works well. 

Thank you four times.