the roof


limestone steps.
two, three at a time –
our famished legs covered such ground
with unexpected ease.

i looked back at you
right index pressed to my lips,
dissecting a cheeky grin.

holding back hushed laughter,
we’d kept it together past security
and couldn’t dare lose it now.

at last, one obstacle remained.
i jimmied that old bronze lock
and whispered a little prayer.
the deadbolt shifted;
and in an instant, we were free.