Cigarette

Where anyone could have seen us
On a balcony, or rather, a
Fire escape stairwell
your hand trailed along my neck
your lips barely touched my wrist
You gently undid the clasp of my dress
a button fell on the metal floor
And then you broke me open
so I was gasping pawing
fucking on the cold metal
in the night air
until we heard footsteps, one two three
And stood like school children
My torn tights crumpled in my hand
flushed and guilty,
you offering me a cigarette.