shallow breaths contained in the musty air of the unused stairwell they frequent that holds their hesitations at bay.
sporadic actions. limbs too alert. ears more attuned to a stranger’s gait than the sounds the two make.
hammering hearts tranquil souls pink faces bright eyes. something the world needs to have. nothing the world deserves to see.
your hands in his hair— fitful. his lips at your neck— addicted.