in trouble and in love

mushy leaves
graffiti on your unknown walls
puddles around my feet
pulses of raindrops as your clouds open their hearts to me
a flood of sunsets in your weary pavement
so bright
blinded
all I can feel
is the steam against the window
the silent, unchained heartbeat
of that little boy who peers
down from the attic window
and sees a man
walking along a darkened street
on a stormy night
a silhouette floating along a golden pavement
against browns and greens and blues
a man, a silhouette
in trouble and in love.

Manchester, 2003