Figures moved like smoke in low light,
seeming to float gracefully
in endless circles lost
to the feeling of the air
and breath on their skin-
air that smelt of damp
and breath perfumed
with the whispers of broken promises.
Faces passed blank and unfeeling,
their eyes glazed over with tears
that never rolled down
and met with the pavement like the rain that fell,
persistent and cold, all around them.
I moved with the crowd,
their distant minds as sweet as first love
and their bodily nearness
sickening as an embrace.
Inhaling deeply ,
I felt every particle of chemical pollution
that danced around us
and burned surrender in to our flesh,
melding us into one.