Whats’sup

the only light slipping through from the dim street lamps outside. obscured by the fog and rain that stings the windows glass. amplified by the dark void of the sky, of the darkness, 02:37. were clothed, no, shirts off. Our cigarettes kiss and he goes to light them. Spark, fire, hurt and love. I watch him as he watches the kiss, the spark. Smoke slips through his mouth. The spark is amplified by the darkness. I watch him and he watches me. And I am suffocating in his eyes, under his gaze. to be be the smoke slipping from his lips, to slip into something like comfort. And the darkness falls on me like a veil of comfort. The dark amplifies my feelings. The darkness allows me to reach out. And. We kiss. And i allow myself the pleasure of him holding the back of my wet neck. I wish he would reach his hand around it. I wish he would love me as gently as it hurts.

‘What was Peace supposed to feel like?’