to be yours or to even to be your mistress
lingering in my mind like an awful smell
gone off dairy on my bedroom window sill
in my dreams ill follow you i promise
im searching the streets of london town
falling on cobblestones and scrapping my knees
i seem to find everyone but you
i just want you to breathe me and
completely consume me
throw out my core into the thames and leave me there
wrap me in your trench and discard of me
as long as im wearing you