my streets sinuously round officeblocks flow
cars purring and pavements gum-spattered by
my meanest heels-jabbing, tile-tripping lovers

running veins of water, pressured and
electrical lifelines shining along the
motorways, water-hugging alongwards but

i still hold against the ocean tongues
of metal and wood flowing from quays to
waves and piles, water lapping, sucking

foundations cast, roots delving and
tree-strewn hills rising, overlooking the
drifting suburbs, houses, lovers

yet

my scar tears
hillsides with my
infrequent, vengeful moods.

so dance with me
but be warned
my darlings

my heartbeat.