Hunted,
by you,
all over town,
like debt collection.
Savage.
Your hair.
Your legs.
Underpinned by wine,
in overdraft bars.
Name dropping,
like breathing.
Insecurity,
laid bleak.
But you have love,
to give.
When all stripped away.
You do shine baby.
Here,
footsie on the sofa.
Telling me truths.
I’m chasing you.
