4am

We need to stop meeting like this
as if strangers in a dark alley
In the crush of magnetic exchange
Pressed against sweaty brickwork
Flesh grinding upon a hard surface
Scraping and tearing with friction
Blood spoilt upon the texture stone
Pooling in the cracks
Violent reminders of each greeting
The marks of each parting
The ghost of whispered thoughts
Of undone deeds
And future forays
We really need to stop meeting like this