Lust

We hold the pencil in our hands
It is warm like pebbles
We draw thick lines on the wall
Track lines
All we ache for is the cans
We line them up and dream
How long have we been here she asks
Too long
Then why can't we leave
My lips draw a blank
I fear if I move I will lose you
I go where you go silly
I lie back in the bath
Let the hot water cleanse my heart
Every day is precious
Yet I can't lust for it
We hold the pencil in our hands
It is warm like pebbles.