part i

Sardine in a cardboard box
you cradle me in your arms.
Your voice burns the cold
Winter in my mind.

I feel you caress again:
I rest my eyes
Your arms locked in mine,
minutes perfect
time stops.

We leap forward
into an final kiss.
We leave the place behind.

Nights adventurers
wandering through
streets, half alive
half dead
we never sleep.

Part ii

I hoped sunday would never come
we depart;
we wait for the train.
seven, eight, nine
both insane.
Two swollen eyes,
twp shaking limbs,
a sore head:
t-shirt soaked in *****:
cider mingled in cigarette
stains...
That awful, awkward
wait to Leicester.
We stare in silence:
we say no more.