It was 2am
And the L-trains were still moving
We
Were still moving
Bodies

Freshness poured from my mouth
And my skin waited
For flakes to sprinkle down from
The ash

There was no snow
Only clouds sluggishly
Whirling by

I don’t think they had much better to do
The clouds, except watch a spectacle
And his girl
Get high

Traces of marijuana
Stamped out by light blue
Spirits

They bit their lips
Let the smoke omit from tired lungs
And reveled in sleeping on clouds

He flicked the **** to the ground
Dirt caked in brown snow
Caked in muddy grass

She wanted to throw her body
To the hillside
Find long grass and tousled hair
Lay in the fray until the sun peeked out
Behind evanescent clouds

But it was 3am
The L-trains stopped moving
When they did

Jupiter aligned with its moons
And she turned on her back
Exposing her underbelly
To the brightest side of the moon.