make it quick,
now,
when no one is looking.
between dreams and mobile interactions,
lucrative shadowboxing,
adjacent innuendo;
propped up by fierce dreaming daily
I can taste the breath you leave on my shelf.
Solid and pure of indecency.
Soaking in a lucid daydream
that transcends to tomorrows laundry.
Line dry in the breeze that rubs your fancy
and pretties up your hair.
Across,
the lights dim around all but us.
conveyor belts in different directions,
drawing closer,
mannequins frozen,
until contact
that the eyes already knew.
"my heart's too big!"
"my mouth is just right!"
"take small bites, digest it well,
make it a part of you"
"yes, you do as well"
{kissing foreheads}
warmth within and out.
that was how it was.