Corridors

Corridor's honest ugly truth
footsteps in the tunnel
rocky rumble
movement's mumble
full volume 
volume's story 
smoke out the window
sandwiches at the end of 
a pleading bleeding heart
diving in
tossed around 
sea turtles hallowed ground
another round
local guy sings to me 
on this motorbike
middle of the night
proposals from a past life
he took my hair clip
chiding grace
twisted lovely face
there's no escape 
no place these feet can tread
no freedom in the water
no rest in the dark
no smile to keep me
I floated across cities
sitting in the rain
abandoned square
soaked in rainbows and promises 
of a better me
rooftop high life
I heard a grown man cry
sorrowful beauty 
death in the weeds
we can't see through
one thing I know to be true 
a drink 
can keep me warm
but it's not another's arms
I find my cheeks wet
nonetheless
like that man from home
the one in Rome
last May.