Sitting at stop Eon 2am cold plasticWatching bus after bus we could have caughtdrive byDon't look at each otherCount the breathsbetween words Your nose breathing hard on my faceas we kiss for the last timeMy palm in the S of your backas your chest rises against mine We're not doing anythingbreatheWe can't do anythingjust breatheon my neckWe're not touchingbreathe gently on my neck Cool air passes into the nostrilsFills th...