I blame
apiphile for everything about this other than the fact that it's shit.
Scrawl a city across my skin;
carve its name on my arms with a knife.
Give me a city like a smoky dark sin;
a city, a living, a life.
Lay a city on my lips like a sacrilege;
I'll breathe it, I'll bleed it, I'll grin.
Dance to a city with my hips til its fingers dig in;
a bruise, a blessing, a sin.
Leave me homesick for a home that I've never yet had;
leave me singing, and sighing, and wrong.
But lead me to London, and I'll only go mad;
in the ways that I was all along.
I'll edit it tomorrow, if I decide it's worth it. Right now I just wish this fucking headache would go away.