As she unbuttoned the cell the clouds cleared the sight confronting the scene to be obliged 

just as humid chances would rise from ceilings being expelled as tastes where chewing the skins.

It was one of these times we thought that could temper the day by passing it quickly.

We had to rush to catch the train, she was dressed, yes, but only as towels cover a child after being bathed

to refresh the baby keeping it just warm enough for health and tightness of love mother could share.

(As her name was not known, he only was about to leech for her tongue to spell the word of his desire)

We entered just right on time, still all in rage of being a fire lit after nights of passion spilling the need to 

vinyl that had been created to capture the love trying to get “a life” at first.

The air was sticky….