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.