Between

The feet of the cities are in your mouth,
the eyes of two cities
       one new, one old
the mud of two rivers, the earth of two lands,
       the brownstone, the lodestone.

The tongues of the cities are in your feet,
the aches of two cities,
       ache of place, ache of time,
the myths of two rivers, the earnings from two lovers,
       the loudness, the basis.

And in the bed sleeping beneath
       is your passion
but in the jet screaming between
       is your heart.

What do you think?