Love Song

Walk with me on the ghosts of pavements,
barefoot, backwards, sideways, down.
Slide through stone till toes meet silt,
burrowing mole-blind into the mud.

And we’ll plaster our skins with shiny darkness,
leave our legs to meander from delta to delta,
make a bed for the night in the folds of the river,
fall asleep to the world and deaf to the stars.

And we’ll wake to the sun’s shout, hide under shadows
thrown down by clouds as they run off to sea,
break from the hold of our hard-baked bedclothes,
bathing our bodies in blue-green sky.

Then we’ll find what was wanting and want what we find:
I, you in your eyes and you, me in mine.