didn’t lift til around eleven. my arms around the physics. is swiftly
walking in the fog, brushing your hand. brushing your hand swiftly.
is fog didn’t lift. i lost a little. a little arm in love eleven days. first
time in a long stretch. it is lifted in me. lifted. didn’t lift. mostly lifted.
the best ever. is this little metropolis. or of last night a darker little
metropolis. a warmer than the day. i am inside. a night warmer than
day. under a bridge. crumbling again. not so swiftly. i am holding
your hand swiftly. single file through the construction. crumbling. no
fog. block by block, holding your hand. warmest is. warmest ever
night. warmer than the day. i am next morning waking up next to you.
i am next. next morning. is showering with you. is scrubbing. with
mint shampoo. my little metropolis. this fog. this didn’t lift. i love
this fog. i love this fog of you. i am. this fog in me. i love what
happens in my heart with the fog and without it. everytime and
everywhere, brushing your hand, crumbling, handholding, swiftly,
slowly, under a bridge, day or night. now it’s noon. something sweet.
is something. is gone. was fog. fog’s gone. was brushing your hand.
this crumbling fog.
