Churri

you look at me
and i look at the lines
next to your eyes
as the sun
goes down
behind tall buildings
and sleepy homes
tonight

deep purple oranges
blue and black rays
mixed
with hungry
street lights

the church bell tolls
a cigarette burns
next to
a half emptied
bottle of wine

you hover over me
with that look
on your face

and in that moment
i realise

there is
nowhere
left
to hide