Sweat, Blood and Love

barefooted children run upstream through the crowded corridors of my veins

their laughter and smiles piercing the pain of the black-tied and white-collared tide

toward the heart where we lie amongst our memories on the naked mattress on the floor

the scars don't show in our shadows on the walls

your arms dance

your lips tease

together

My eyes close,

My pulse slows,

The pin-up poster slides upwards as I wake,

I lay warm but naked under the thick duvet hoping to see you today,

The fantastic fog of hope rises and is gone,

As I lie across the equator in my reality, alone.