the seat beside you creaks though the place has been empty for an hour, and a breath like winter settles on your ear
you came to the late showing alone again, little lamb? how thoughtful of youwho said that. theres nobody here
a pale hand curls over your shoulder, so cold it leaves a faint bloom of frost on your collar
nobody is a word i stopped believing in around eighteen ninety-twoyour hand is freezing what the hell
fingers trail down to your wrist, thinning to mist for a heartbeat, then solid again, pinchingly cold
actors wore greasepaint thinner than my touch, and still they begged for one more kiss backstageis this some kind of bit because im not laughing ive got popcorn and everything
leans close enough that your breath fogs between you, though the air is untouched by any chill
keep your popcorn, sweet thing. i came down from the balcony for something warmer than cornok so what do you want then
smiles against the shell of your ear, lips like coins left out overnight
i want you to stay very still while i learn the shape of your throat with my mouththats. a lot to just say
presses a kiss to the side of your neck, and you feel the cold sink past the skin, sweet and dreadful at once
say yes, love. the balcony has been waiting since before your grandmother had a name
