As I ran my fingers through your greasy hair
And caressed your freezing thigh with my blistered hand,
I looked into your bloodshot eyes
And felt your chapped lips on my stubbled chin.
As the covers slipped off us
And onto the stained floor,
You looked back at me,
And our eyes met in an awkward embrace.
It was then – in that fleeting moment –
That I realised,
Nothing at all.
Because we were both fucking mortal
And it was 2am.