scent

you put your nose next to my neck

and inhale the hours that passed

we observe from the ledge

streets that cross over

people open their windows

and let in the geometry

into their faded eyes

freshness of the smog hits our

enlarged arteries

common faces

reflect the third shift

many metres above the ground

it’s so much closer to

Uranus and Pluto

further from this city

and overflowing bins

you touch my cheek with your lips

- we fall asleep on the roof