Ark of the Lost Angels

It’s a long, dark way home _{(Credit: elsableda on DeviantArt)}

Inspired by “Delicate Weapon” by Grimes from Cyberpunk 2077

A bed we don’t have to worry about cleaning,
A front desk and camera between us and your admirers,
Across the river, high up, away from other people,
Unsteady hands falling victim to kisses on my neck fail to unlock our door.

By the time we are free of our constraints,
I doubt we can remember what we spoke of at dinner.
The meal was more of a formality anyways.

We refuse to care what our unfamiliar neighbors will think
That we don’t bother to turn on the TV or music.
This is paradise for one night only. 
They won’t know who we are by checkout.

Biting my lip as you pull away and gasp for air,
Tangling your fingers in my hair,
Wrapping your legs around me
Bodies marked with scratches and hickies.

Breathe in, breathe out.
Say my name.
Tell me you love me.
I dare you to say it again in the morning and mean it.
In return, I’ll make a promise to stay that I don’t intend to keep.
We’re both getting better at this charade.

The basest desires rear their ugly heads again in the shower,
Pressed against the wall, lips locked under the water.
We’re so close to drowning in many ways.
Neither of us give a fuck.

Morning makes me craft the latest lie as to where I was. 
I keep it vague: out of town.
You’re gone before breakfast is even mentioned.

I dress up with a strategically buttoned collar,
To make sure they cannot see the evidence you left behind.
Even undoing my tie threatens to reveal
The poetry you scrawled on my skin

Being seen in the world was never in the cards for us.