First Encounters(Violet.) L.Foley.
Tiny ions bounce off one another, making fluorescent light. Mind the gap as we step on the elevator, where your skin is milky-white. I am your night off. I am your drive home. I am the cool between your sheets. I am your first pick. I’ll be your last kiss. In my arms, you’ll never know defeat. I am your elegant, life-escape procedure. Hear me out. Hear me now. Pushing 20. Approaching 60 at the on-ramp. Feeling sheepish at the signals I sent. I’ll meet your fingers at the gearshift. Your palms are sweaty. It was done with the fullest intent. Tiny ions press into one another, as your lips press into mine.

From Signals, 2005.