Take me
To our ship in the trees
Those barefoot games-
I'm dreaming in concrete.

Like a lamb led
Chasing the curse of skin.
Coal full of fire, and
A scent that burned

We were gone too far,
Limbs seduced  
A sleepwalker's dance
Of surrendered sighs.

Merest memories
Scald the touch.
Your gaze, Endless seas
Beneath crowding skies.

From the depths of my duvet sleep
Your voice commands;
An arrow through the distance between
You and I, it made me
Take up the shutters
Of my insular shell
To welcome the night,
Lit by a mere halogen moon,
No Goddess for me to praise-
Only thick wraiths of choking smoke,
Absorbing what to you is a perfect orb
Of singular clarity

I sensed distantly
the cold encasing my bones,
as I suffocated in your lost moments.
A forced witness
to the baying of your blood.

The pin drops
the streets closing on you,
As your eyes are closed for you.

Chasing the chance to feel
Something-
anything-
but you cannot be the cure
for the demons in their blood.

So slip into that quiet place,
Imagine us back into that quiet night,
before you were extinguished, to fall,

and we all fell.