I wasn't going to say anything
in that leafy Lincoln street
when you caught me pondering my life
and the many ways to die
but there was something about the hour
that curled like a python
as rain soaked down
to soft pale skin
puddles gorging like cancer
screaming our heads off
hand in hand
seemed the better option
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I put this poem on PoetrySoup, here's a comment 'well expressed - subtle, unique image / wordplay combos creating bold visuals'