Sunset

The sun passes behind the buildings,
the shadows chasing us off our patch of grass.
'Off you go now, no more kissing for you.'
Now it is time for the tarmac to cool
and the bricks to get their fair share,

a light touch of
a tingle up their spines,
until finally it reaches the nape of their neck
and whispers shiver in their ear.

Off to rise up the body of somewhere else.