London.Once.

the sounds of this strange language

crowd my throat

creating their foreign echoes

that thrum down into my lungs

ricocheting into my stomach

and suddenly i feel sick

what it is about you

that steals me away?
In all the world

there is only one place

I remember

snowflake clear

with each edge defined

standing beside you

wherever we are, whenever we are

I see you standing on that stairway

with your arms around me while we sink

and the darkness flickers behind us

stretching its jaws wide

to take us both at once

and I don't mind, don't even feel the teeth

leaning against you

with your warmth wrapping me up.

Keep me safe once more.

I am on my way down again

with nothing but the heat of your memory

to hold me.

how foreign this place

that i have emerged to

how strange the language and bitter the taste

of the air without you beside me.