geometricalfuck

SO WARM ON A ROOF, SO COLD ON A STREET

We stood seven floors up, tracing
a hazy skyline for all it's worth.
Headlights slowly crept across Woodward
disrupting the belief we were
alone.
It had been more than half a year
since I'd shared my nude chest with...
with the nude night, and here I
was: leaning against cold metal, taking
short breaths, considering what we'd
become. It wasn't until I saw our back-
ground reflected in your eyes that I
remembered we weren't alone. Subtle
brown mirroring city lights unfortunately
reminded me...my only remorse.
Soon enough, muscles tightened, hands
gripped, and veins pressed against
skin. I always recall your grip
becoming a vice; grasping for anything---
everything.
And we sat, side by side, mismatching
stars and talking love; your head poised,
sunk beneath mine. I could've slept in
that April height for months or years. I
knew nothing would ever match that sense
of being alive; that sense of being whole
and unified. I'm not sure I could ever
go back to not knowing this.