a bead of sweat drips down
the bow of my lip,
the hot air slowly suffocating us.
she exhales, smoke billowing in rings
from her mouth out the open window.
her head weighs on my chest, her feet
kicked up on the windowsill.
she looks up at me, green eyes searching
for something she doesn’t seem to find.
i know that this, us, is going to dissolve
someday, but dear god please
give me more time.