Where I was blind, you touched me and I saw That my Body is an intercity Map site and I see my bright night-lights Red lights of a thousand backlights glowing like a wash of neon blood down the streets of my veins I am Dark and I am Lovely My safe havens are illuminated for the tired of Life, the hopeless of Living Huddled in my corners are parts of my Soul I let no one else see Each one is a little lost girl whose outstretched hand you take, whose small Clammy fingers you clasp as you lead Her Like a guiding moth to the buzzing brightness of the streetlamps.