burytheorchids

The light makes cheats of us both, so we change clothes in the greedy dark without looking or thinking twice. We do not touch, our skin afraid to lose or breathe too close. We pass in the street but do not acknowledge each other in buildings'reflections, in the glare of taxi cabs or the stiff pull of elevators. We do not rub elbows or let our shoulder blades press together. But I would know you anywhere - any place the sun is uneasy and the skin of us wears thin or strangers are told to breathe in another direction.