London
W1F 9RP / E8 4HY / SW1X 8DB
I'm always wet.
Rain, yes.
But also you.
London feels raw and temporary at the same time.
A city that pretends not to see us.
We stand too close on the Tube
and never close enough in private.
That's the truth.
When I walk, the ground answers.
Splash.
Each step spills your name into the pavement.
We love in motion.
We bruise in silence.
Your hand on me and I feel life rush back,
like something forgiven,
like a future briefly allowed to exist.
Is this love?
Why does it bruise so easily?
Gravity is stubborn.
We are watched by uniforms,
by borders,
by systems that prefer silence.
Separation written into policy.
Will you be taken from my arms?
Sent somewhere my voice cannot reach?
Erased by paperwork and borders?
The thought sits heavy in my throat.
Heavier than desire.
Heavier than rain.
When will I see you again?
You live too far from my heart,
because you refuse to move closer.
Spray me like rain.
Hold me like you might lose me.
Let London watch.
Don't let deranged love rearrange you.