Clawed and teeming wildlife My body floating in a marshland Swimming, circling round my feet Water-bugs and cranes are nestling Feel the anaerobic cells Floating, flexing in the reeds Smell the leaves and burning hair Grind red earth into my heart You were my first pioneer Called me back to roof our home with skin Building ditches and canals Leaving nothing but the summer wind A vision blind before the veil Copper, golden eyes and Bordeaux lips Stealing back my heart and then Eating what is left of yours Fingers grasping for the tin Faceless and anonymous The grappling hook is anchored deep Sticking to my pulpy, pulsing muscle I stagger through the blood red sands Barely breathing lunges burn up with air Pressing ribs calibrate The friction and the fusion Our love springs deep and dark Witness to the sticks and twigs and dust