Naeva

Clattered steps in the evening, heart beating like cocaine, before an Arctic breeze, at other times a jungle throng, before the muffled rain, drummed stillness in your song, i wish, more than any creed, to understand your game, i mean, do you trick me, accept the gift of dung, arriving fresh at the station, with hints of your perfume, a blame scarred electricity, laughter in all your ways, when you stay with me, does it make you feel easy, rolling home like a freighter, the pavements reeling, your lips beyond shame.