The bus stopped to wait for more bodies to join
us. Across the empty corridor I saw two filled
seats. her curled foetal form slouched, enveloped
against the window.
His hand limp on her thigh, carelessly
between the narrow
space of her legs.
Her head crouched towards the twilight,
nestled in the
concave cavity
of his chest.
They whispered something inaudible,
but I could be sure it was tender.
At least that was what
their shadows betrayed.
