nothing is ever real

I sit in your window because its cooler, reading what I have declared to be my favorite book. You laugh and lay on your bed and draw me as I read you my favorite passage I have already re read to myself 3 times. You laugh and say yeah, you would like that one. There are noises. You ask if those are fireworks, I say either that or bombs so I climb out onto the fire escape, and up a flight to where my apartment is and you soon follow. You stand behind me with your hands around me toying with my shirt and running your thumbs over your hip bones which I know you like because you have already told me you like to touch them. I guess I like them too lately because I can see them since I lost 10 pounds which I also know really happened because you said my tits got smaller. Instead of my hips they are now on my wrists and your head is on top of mine. You say you like the finale because it's pretty and I say I hate it because there is too much smoke and you can't see a thing.