The air will weigh
down the subway tunnels
until you weigh
waiting for passion.
Stones skip
on water
all the time.
Rails ringing
of her
running on the tracks
Away, away,
echoed close again.
Red. Hooded flames,
long lungs.
Wait.


If anyone ever reads this stuff... thanks for sticking with me and my almost non-edited work. I just know I have to do something, or nothing would be done!