Seeing you again,
slinking through your streets,
sun soaked
and under the cover of summers darkness.
You are my lady covered in sweat,
the funk, the stench of my years
between these hallowed shores.
How dare you change around me,
without me.
Forcing me to explore you again,
to trace the path
of the evolution of my youth
under your new skin.
I want to embed these streets,
into my soul.
Roll in your grime and grit,
and tattoo this earth,
permanently,
deep into my dermis.
