while scurrying in the underground he walked like the caves connecting the city was his birthright like the current in the earth grounded him the roaring trains his adoring subjects
what a moment brushing past a subterranean prince glancing at granite jaw his knowing smile hands that could have carved a space out of me.
i turned away as to see the darkness of the tunnels peering back at you on the platform taunting you to jump was not a commitment i could make.
slicing my tongue against your shades of pastel in hopes of seeing what being instagram famous is like finding that internal "like/subscribe/follow" spot tasting influencer on your breath painted nails trailing my cheekbones for something more tangible wristbones that angels would have fallen for my e-boy lover whispering how you love to perform
your face afterwards dejected as the camera wasn't even rolling.
This gap between out lips as the kisses become longer that vital intake of air to keep the love/boredom/sympathy/pity alive until this is snuffed out in the hope of something tangible