I want to go exploring in the deep green woods Where the leaves shuffle past on your feet, on your toes Where the yellow streetlights and the red ones fade Deer graze in the cracks at Kensington Station Birds nest between the wheels of the dead railway
I want your lips against mine in the silence In these hollow spaces, the reclaimed world Bark peeling, sprouts, on the wood house beams Colour of rust and liveliness, womb of ours, heart of ours Greenboro metal on the slatted tracks
Wrote this on the train - when read out loud it should have a train-track rhythm to it.