LUCIE THORNE

night walking

to the beach along the unlit road
wipe the sweat from my eyes
i need a hand to hold

back to the pull of the undertow
wipe the blood from my mouth
i need a hand to hold

feel it
running out of your breath
all this talking
feel it
pounding in your chest
night walking

in the morning when it comes up light
i'll be there lying by your side