I am the embers
In the fireplace of your heart
My fire has made you warm
In the eternal after glow you mark

Your surface is so smooth and worn
A delight to my finger's touch
I really come alive deep inside
When the rush becomes too much

In darkness we see so clear
As I caress the small of back
Liberated from our fears
There is no loving that we lack

By dawn the spooning's heat
is all that will remain
Let me be your chimney sweep
And we will burn again

Saturday and I'm sat in here
on the train which is full of it
and
I don't mean good cheer.

Full of day old metro's and
ketchup cartons
kebab wrappings and
they're just the add-ons

don't people clean anymore?

Mind the Gap!
but
when you can't see the door
you fall into the trap.

I'm off
and
I'm off to work
as an extra in Star Trek
but
not Captain Kirk.