Unlaced

you - you were beautiful

your flesh smelled like London

dirty and cultured all at once, and history

the smell of violence and repressed sexuality

me on a train bound for my own mediocrity

still tied to the track of ideal and ability

kissing the reflection of my misplaced love and

sanity

and I liked kissing you

I sit in the years passed since

a painted face on the floor, by my face

smiles when I kissed you in this

shipwrecked place

sweet and salty my lips came

undone

unlaced

and I loved kissing you