Feeling his breath against my thighs,
behind my neck, and around my hair,
slows my pulse to a steady pace.
I let him push me back and forth,
sometimes in quick,
barely noticeable circles.
Streetlights are miniature suns
and when I look through my smudged lenses,
their orange glow leaves halos in my eyes.
We’re pendulums together,
until sunrise strolls down the street,
and knocks each light out with his cane.