I licked the laughter off
of your lip
and bit your bloodied ear
while you told me you still hear them whisper sometimes.
So I sli--d my hand to your waist
We knew about the city scream outside,
the smog that creeps around every almost dream
and breathes gently into our lungs.
We could tell you matter-of-fact about the
week long drag and the people all bedraggled
making their last way back home.
We were somehow worrying that the sauntering
(So sleek! So stealthy!)
reality would snatch us away--since it does
and it does--
But instead you flicked your speech
quickly along my spine as I
Ahhh---ummm
Kissed your hip--
So divine!