As I walk around

I can’t stop myself from craving you

imagining myself as something

different from a weirdly-shaped sausage

My breath is yours

     was yours

And so is the same of everyone

And of every single plant

And of every single animal surviving this life

give back what you were given

We can shed our skins like snakes and moths

(Like corpses)

And our feelings are as different as before

Flowing in the wind, around the waist of this high cement

I miss you, your misty, hazy

And unfocused vividness

The freedom

The dancers, models, rose vendours and selfies

Running down your filthy, browning streets

Aware of what you once gave me

why is your flesh so different from mine?

You remain so immortal while constantly shapeshifting

And every human flows within your solid, rock-hard veins

How does it feel to age?

Will you ever be the beauty of the 70s again?

Compassion and beauty

Green and grey

Orange and black

And a river of bikes

That at the bottom of the water stack

The bees in your hair

And the wolves in your neck

I lived in your stomach

Near otters who peck

How does forever feel like?

Incapsulate me within your sounds and colours

as I do not wish to be blind anymore

Blind and haughty, old powerful pigs

Loneliness

I left you there, but worry not

I feel your presence and that’s all