You kiss me
button pants leave
hugged once
my tongue still tastes of yours.
 
Blue/red bus pulls up beside us
fifteen idle passengers in a metal demon
peeping out from behind their boredom.

It’s late.  

We breathe out fog, together.  Dragons.

Put my hand on your shoulder
lean in, smiling
exchange my heart
through my mouth.
 
Who could ever
be ashamed
of that?

- M. R. Wallis