Poetry | Katy Miles | Waltz Through The Streets Of Plymouth

A Waltz Through The Streets of Plymouth. 

By Katy Miles

You breathe life, I, death,

the warmth of your hand

foreign to my chest.

So sweet is your mind, so bright.

Your laugh drags me back

from the clutch of night.

In me, you, have built your home.

It is such a sweet release

from waltzing alone.