They kiss in monochrome,
smoke touching gun metal
grey skin,
dry lips drooping,
feather-light lashes flicking.
His moody twitch of shoulder beneath her
glossy nails thicking.
Blinds shatter the streetlights
casting slatted glints
over grinning teeth.

Surreptitious shadows it lurks in,
a casual flick of ash drifts among
sharp spice of throaty stubble,
warm musk on her scarf

And as they fall still,
the haunting song above them,
heels and Nylon-stretch on
damp cobbles

That hollow click could be a
safety catch or an
ignited flame