GloMag GloMagDecember2018 - Page 126

Skies of smoke, constellations of bling Where diamonds are love and love is a fling We live, we die on these wide pavements The constricted doorways can't take our clothes The cold hearts do not need warmth Clothes can be shed, gloves however is another matter We have never seen the insides of homes We have never seen the outsides either 126