A siren's crying far off. The neighbor comes home and fumbles with his key, doesn't notice what's pushing its fingers between the bricks. His wife opens the door. Get in here, you damn drunk. I walk into the bedroom and you are lying there naked.
Angry voices move from the wall into our room.
Desire reclines slowly across your lips, throwing its head back. Around the weak light flow the lines of your body. There's the sound of glass breaking. You watch me let my clothes fall to the floor. Behind you the black sky swings in the wind as it hangs from the window.