This Dirty City

my horizon
affected by your memories
standing here

this dirty city
stretching before me
feeling your breath in my ear

i am trying hard
very hard

closing my eyes
touching the cold glass
trying to reconcile
your past with my present

i am here
i swear i am here

if i were you
i would hold on to me tighter

bus sex

i am finding myself
with a desperate urge
to run my fingers
up the back of your legs
to just under the edge
of your o' so short skirt

a reaction generally frowned upon
on public transit

funny how these inappropriate little ideas
find their way into my smile