Harsh lights glare

Like an angry multitude

the distance helps

diffuse their anger


the shy stars.

Cold blasts dig deep

into my supple skin

and you hold my hand

serving me the cuisine of your


Up Up Up

on the balcony

where the city noise


with each word you speak

your chest reverberating

through the small of my back

as you serve me

the cuisine of your warmth

Up Up Up

the world passes below

a drunk conductor getting the fares all wrong

an old PA system blasting out tasteless songs

officers matching in a single file

though no one is crying war or foul

for now your arms are a welcome prison

Up Up Up.

as I meet your incarcerating gaze

harsh lights glaring.

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