Part 2: My world, I see.

Through a window, my world, I see. The pace of everyday, and into the underground as you devour me.

You against me,
Me against glass,
cold and,
Pressed, and,
Unforgiving.
You say,
“Ma, you’re too far away.”

I’m pulled into the dark,
Deeper now.

Inside, lingering on my ear, with your thumb on lips, holding my mouth. And your hands move everywhere. Telling me, “You go nowhere. Understand.”

I see all the world,
Through a window with,
My only world all around.
Pinning tight my arms,
You full,
And thick.

And the air I breathe,
Thicker,
Making the windows,
Vibrate and haze.
A dim light,
Haloing,
A canopy,
Across the window,
I see.

The widest part of my hip,
To tip, you howl, and,
The world looks up at me.
You not caring who sees.

Between buildings and boutiques.