In the muggy air of Shaftsbury Avenue,

During the bustling of London’s true rush hour,

The city becomes herself. 

 

In the hermetic modernity of the hotel room, 

The summer air escapes,

Leaving the artificial breeze from the air conditioning unit:

 

A regular white noise

In the background of our conversation

As we enjoy our donuts.

 

Slanted smile,

Lips that I would soon find to be soft on my skin.

Blue eyes

That would soon witness my body soften.