faux

the cold window pane licks her back,
as she rejects the city lights, and the sin they illuminate,
how can she sleep when urban adventures whisper sweet nothings,
they yearn, they mingle, they intertwine,
the atmosphere is heating up with lovers intent, but she still gets shivers,
the glass fogs,
and secrets wriggle amongst the mist,

the cold window pane licks her back,
as she rejects the city lights, and the sin they illuminate.