how quickly we run
to these underground shadows
beginning with the yawning hollow
and the planned shadows of stairs
and your hand in my hand
while my guts churned at our descent
and we entered the bellied interiors
of long silvered snakes while I was cold
from the chill of not collapsing from your broken
heartedness, knowing I had been the cause and more

and while we rumbled along twisting electrical roots
the hollowed sound of a metal and plaster underground
swam to my head and I wanted to laugh
because of the way my words earlier
had spilled silver and serpentine
while I pannelled my heart with metals
and secured my lungs with plaster
against the relentless onslaught of your love.