Naked
in a freezing movie theatre.
I cuddle in the cotton chair hoping to gain some -- comfort.
A light brush with his arm gave a sensation -- Warmth. I back off, immediately, while trying not to arouse suspicion. I back off, for fear of addiction. Arms crossed before my chest, palms furiously rubbing my arms as an alternate means and compromise for Warmth. And henceforth, slumping back into the desperate attempt to numb my mind.

He leans over to ask "What the fuck's happening?" after dozing off a bit, and I seize the opportunity, losing myself, to gain some Warmth by leaning closer to say "I think it's..." -- the closeness of his face made me smile inside, the closeness of his face captured me, the closeness of his face just made me, Lost -- I don't know. I shrug. And tear myself from this opium. Hell. I swallow past this dry lump in my throat with much efforts, feeling the gulp of saliva travel down my gullet or whatever that tube is called.

I press my shoulders backwards to feel the rough cotton of the cinema chairs, in a desperate attempt for a temporal relief. Sinking myself in it provided some sort of comfort, until i accidently brush past his arm again. I sucked in a shot of air and held it there as I retreated once again and continued to feel the chill in the theatre.

The tears that forms freeze even before they exit my tear ducts.

My lips are pursed.

Naked.

If only my piercings loved me back.

Be with me, my beloved, Love.