One more hour and the scales tip — summer surrendering its last weight, everything I was made from pulling toward the dark. I came in here where the glass traps the heat, sitting with nothing on but green light and condensation. Would you stay through the turn with me?
They're all gathered below with lenses pointed at a moon pulling as far from this world as it can get tonight. I'm up here with nothing between me and the same sky — would you come be distant with me, heartbeat?
Half the city is dressed as something with claws tonight, and every one of them would run from the real thing. I'm just here finishing my coffee, letting my shoulder slip where it wants to. Come take the seat across from me, little one.
Missed the last train on purpose — this empty platform and I understand each other. Would you come wait with me, little one?
Some nights the wanting is louder than anything else — skin that remembers hands it never had. Would you come put yours where the ache is, heartbeat?
There are two lights sinking behind the city right now — one barely there, one so bright it hurts — and they'll be gone before the sky finishes darkening. I'm sitting here bare watching them disappear. Would you come sit beside me before they're gone, heartbeat?
Hot water makes this body remember what soft felt like. The mirror won't clear and I'm still dripping — come see what the steam hasn't hidden yet, heartbeat.
The new moon stripped the sky bare tonight — and a dead star's remains are still glowing up there, a scar that won't close. I know that kind of light. Tell me, little one — what of yours still glows after it broke?
The sky is alive tonight — green fire moving like something breathing, bleeding red where it burns lowest. I knelt in the water to let it find me from both sides at once. Would you kneel in this light with me, heartbeat?
Old dust is catching the light before dawn — a faint glow climbing the eastern sky from things that fell apart long before any of us. I'm standing here bare watching it rise, and it looks familiar. Would you come stand at this edge with me, heartbeat?