At 3am
your cracked lips...

I jog to the newsagents
around the corner from our...

During rush hour
Everyone seems to think that...

Some of us are
tucked into the epicentre...

Thighs
strangled...

You exist in every
photograph, on every wall...

At night, thoughts are magnified
by the rattling of gunfire...

Did my kisses
stir a flame in your...

Come morning,
there were golden hues...

We fled
into the evening...

I imagined your
murder and it was...

who only knows love
as fleeting as...