the darkness always gave us
permission to abandon composure.
never a clue to what time it was,
like animals or teenagers. the street lights
encased us in amber and we
weren't real anymore.
we were projected on screen, above a
vault of plush seats.

I can remember your commanding voice, you said my name
with an emphatic period at the end

skipping ahead of you I was a kamikaze suggestion,
giggling in haphazard exclamation points

you caught up to me and
full of fire, you stopped me and whispered
softly, contrasting your demands with your
hand on the river of my spine.
"be quiet" you said and folded me
like origami, all I could see was the warm concrete
near my nose and your legs behind mine.

everything into me, with each push
and a comma of a gasp, taking
all of me with you and into you.
there in the middle of the street, I got lost
somewhere around midnight.