Sitting at stop E
on 2am cold plastic
Watching bus after bus we could have caught
drive by
Don’t look at each other
Count the breaths
between words
Your nose breathing hard on my face
as we kiss for the last time
My palm in the S of your back
as your chest rises against mine
We’re not doing anything
breathe
We can’t do anything
just breathe
on my neck
We’re not touching
breathe gently on my neck
Cool air passes into the nostrils
Fills the stomach
All that is needed right now
is the breath
