My back touches the wall
Your back touching air
No one pays attention to us
My hip touching air
Your hip touches air
They continue without us
You look down at me
Brown eyes soft and pure
Gently loving
Brimming with Goodness
I breathe the air pocket between our eyes
and it is not enough
air
My back touching the wall
Your back to them
I look past you wanting escape
My hip wanting your hips
Your hip girdling me inside
I look up at you
My eyes hiding and low
Deftly running
Brimming with Fear
Our hips float in the air pocket between our loins
and it is so very little
air
They continue without us
my eyes deceive you
my hips deceive you
You continue without me
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