Ghazal 13

You off-shore, you wishbone,
oh sleepy Gestapo.
The tide was against us
when you suggested a dip.
Oh slipstream, oh yielding,
oh off-duty lifeguard.
I expected the stairwell
to be the first place they'd look.
Oh boredom, you black-out
diversionary phone call.
You leftover, you windfall,
oh prevailing winds,
business class upgrade
oh new friend, lymphoma,
unexpected bequeath of a flat in Geneva.
Oh lucked out, oh ligger
and well-priced bar. Oh stumble,
oh stranger, oh self-esteem,
orphan's face like a painted mask.
Stack of unread classics. No curtains.
Each day oh steadily leaking joy.