You and me, we spread like sad fire, 
We are the rustle of burning autumn  
The clang of metal  
That cuts deep. 
We are open mouthed puppets  
 Our disheveled vulnerabilities  
hold hands and run  
We love 
We love hard 
Like cherry red drops  
Running 
To earth  
Our days echo   between the trembling lands of dream and reality  
A silent statue,  
We are the first stroke of a doomed word never penned. 
 
Our shared name  
Sits like a hymn in our chest 
Rolling about in times of dread. 
 
You and me 
We hold, we stay  
We pen dark sagas on sand  
And sketch collarbones by day. 
 
You and me, we fall, get back up and fall again  
You and me, we are time, space and seas astray.