with a thousand windows watching

Up high on the rooftops
where the city packs a punch
and the wind means it,
I lift my skirt up over our heads
and you lick me warm
while winter tickles.

I almost forgot that it was twilight, lover.
I almost forgot that darkness steals you away.
Takes you back to her.
And my fingers
have to unhook themselves from your hair.

Ah,
but you didn’t know
that the brick wall
hard against my skin
scraped a little
and left a gift
rosy red
and pinched my hip
to remind me
that it ever happened at all.