while I sit between you in the cab
Manhattan’s light fading behind us
again later, our underwear
tangled together on the floor
while we make new shapes
with our bodies, our mouths
while I sit between you in the cab
Manhattan’s light fading behind us
again later, our underwear
tangled together on the floor
while we make new shapes
with our bodies, our mouths
Drawing a hypotenuse on the “right” triangle. – mh clay