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