Thank you, them
, because stifled I by
tonight & wordless

when underneath
this blue sky dark of planes
kissing on a mattress

held up by cranes,
a couple stumbles with
booze in fists around

the building edge
She wobbles ; he calls
the lift as pulling

up her skirt she
exposes drier lips & wets
them down a drain

Hovering steady –
Her quim’s milky way
gurgles thirstlessly

, smoothing her
rosy floral over closing cheeks
& up to the second floor

to meander & fumble
untumbling up surprising
stairwell with concrete fuck

While the planes
kiss overhead, unseen , &
their flight paths groan.