#28

My eardrums vibrate with the echo of my steps

My hair is damp with the thick white fog

I walk alone, the only man in this city

As some punishment, as if myself I'm meant to flog

I'm only meant to find you, will you let me?

Lean your head towards me, I kiss you, I make you rest

Your skin I make glisten, caress you to sleep

Then I too lie down, in the sweat of your breast