Speaking of Feelings

We sat
In a bench by the window
With carbonated skyscrapers
Stretching between us,
Pawing at our words.
We negotiated
Carefully around them,
Pilots patrolling a foggy,
Carnaged cityscape,
Searchlights diving
Into office windows,
All business at this hour,
With shades unpulled
Revealing our hesitant nudity.

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