Loneliness of the Fishbowl

The cold presses against my skin but so do you.
Your fingers leave chilly trails across new frontiers,
And my lips are turning blue.
Yours are too.

They say that sex is sinful, especially same-sex
sex.
But I've never felt this whole, this full,
I've never belonged in the universe quite like tonight.

 But the world of two is to be broken.
We know it's not about us, and no sooner were
My shirts strewn across the ground,
Than reality rang .

Goodbye kisses in glass bus stops
Ring with the nostalgia of
Loosing the macrocosm of me and you:
The frat boy whistles, "Whoop Whoo!" 

The End

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