I found the city beautiful
with you though
- without you I lost
it lost the city and was lost in it.
I felt the streets slip through my fingers and the silken threads
of telephone wire, web-slender
feeling white with electricity.
smooth sharp and violently contained
The shade of your eyes was like a shade over my eyes,
like sunglasses that are too cheap
and shading greys and blues can make your day seem sad.
I once had a pair, so russet tinted that the world was glorious,
the sky sprang into a thousand colours
and I called out loud at sunsets that no one else could see.