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 ****** 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!