Heat

Public

I choose a seat next to you

I sit down, elbow to elbow we touch.

I look forward…

Heat

The ebb and flow of the taxi decides our contact,

The warmth of your skin is welcomed in the harsh cold of the vehicle

It travels downward…

Heat

I clench my legs together and squeeze

We make eye contact in the mirror ahead

We stare, and you don’t move away.

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