with
someone who catches
my
new tears before they
fall
unto the rust of our ends.
resonance
in a renegade renascence
era.
i never knew how to be alive
in
your forgotten arms but i am here
now
in your forever foreign rain.
slammed
with regretted distances
we
returned to our silver arms.
forgotten
pride and black fingernails
amber
eyes and city ordained by
our
breathing in and out;
that
is where this is and
this
is our timeless
beginning again and again
amongst these dusted
brick walled streets.
