we kiss like a swordfight,
sandpaper to silk.

tick
tock
tick
t-

the driver's side door always closes a
split second before the passenger's.

cut to the bar: enveloped in smoke and your arms,
the quiet hum of your shirt against my cheek

close my eyes and the pool table turns to noise-
the red lights become laughter, and i smile.

my back's against invisible glass,
eyes still shut, i feel your voice
sound out above my head
as i stay, tucked under
your chin and
stolen.