kiss me through the glass
and the steam from my
breath will blur your face.
how did you get inside
here, I brought you some
cigarettes, now take them
and we can touch fingers,
or I'll press my hand up to the
window and close my eyes.
the woman said I could come
frequently, but that you might not
come, no signatures, no papers,
with that straightjacket on.
don't look at me like that.
our visits are seldom
enough, and I wish for more
than minutes, here I'm
just around the corner and
you prefer empty contours.
just let go and fall. I'll catch you
I promise, I'll catch you.