Drowning in the sea of this.
Weakened.
Irregular shapes dance along the wall
Red shadows encompass the space
cigarette smoke fading
The smell of you.
The touch.
Longing to stay – yet leaving soon
moments dripping.
flowing.
fading.
The game becomes exceedingly dangerous
I cannot let go of the thoughts
you are right – it is about the desire
It is about the wanting
and I want.
Still
Unable to mention the red elephant in my thoughts
More.
One minute
Ten minutes
One more
Once more
To stay
feel you breathing
I fear that I cannot – should not – succumb to this

{as I wait for the taxi
the sky grows into dawn}