NightFoxes

Night Foxes

Mine is a London in darkness
dawn empty streets
night foxes

mine is a chill in the air
the tramping of feet
wind strewn leaves ‘mongst the litter
‘neath an artists violet brush

mine is a lovers locked lips
a turning aside
moments stolen down curious lanes

mine is a stain on the pavement
glass to the chin
bruising of knees
the drip of blood on carpet
life draining to the sea

mine is a stumbling step
a city awakening
an arm round a waist
toward a promise of day.

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