i map out
the shape of your body
using thread and
a sharpie
supersonic yellow traces
over your skin i
lost the black one but it
\"must be somewhere\"
i tell you as the needle
pierces in and out
a cross stitch
the shop shuts in an hour
we\'ve got no milk left
just an empty bottle in the fridge
but my hands are in your hair
and the sky is falling on top of us
and semi-skimmed is more water than milk anyway