There is a fever tonight, soaking
the air wet with drops of life, and you
inhale my words, whispering through
the fabric between us. Eyes faltering,
flickering in rhythm with the street
lights, electric currents drowned in
humid night, charged with all
the energy we left here last year.
I tell you my daily routine. How
far can you reach, how far and still
stay you, here with me.