Tom Seymour Poems

Meet you in the light of nowhere street,
From the moving steps of grey metal sheets,
The crush of loners or lover’s heat,
Of directions, maps and emergency signs,
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Catch a suit in a baby blue eye
Business lies and commuter ties
You done this ride that many times
But you ain’t blind to me brother
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In Lycia a man takes her hand.
And leads her from the curve of the beach.
Pulling tendrils from her feet,
The sea beading in her hair, a strand
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Come home to me.
Build a fire right here,
Flight of birds, gutted library.
My arms carved in memory,
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The veins of this place are etched on my arms,
For my A to Z has been prized apart,
By your X and V and the beat of my heart,
That now seeps and smears on London streets.
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