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.