I have a cup of coffee in my hands.
The ceramic warms my fingers.
Fingers that crawl.
Creep.
Caress.
Remember.

I remember shaking.
As you ran your heart through my hair.
And I think for a moment.
This time I won't hurt.
Break.
Falter beneath your desire.

The two of us.
Are spellbound.
Walking.
Among towers.
Across the telephone wire.