hot tonight

it's hot tonight
almost too hot for talking
your fingers a shadow of a trace
along the base of your glass
in the dark
as the wind flutters gently behind
the curtain
almost like a butterfly
just beyond the reach of my hands
as i lean in and try
to wrap my fingers within yours

it's hot tonight
too hot to talk 'bout fucking
the sweat curving down
the length of my brow
salt in my eyes as i blink
once twice hard enough
to try and clear my thoughts
as you cup the side of my jaw
and lean in
just far enough to break me
without falling

it's hot tonight
too fucking hot for love
it's just cold enough though
to press the pads of my fingers
against the molting bruises on my neck
until they hurt to the point of freshness
as i face my reflection in the mirror
the temperature in the apartment
slowly rising until
we reach boiling point together
and are finally finally
done