Whisper my name in the static of night,
Let the neon drip slow from your tongue.
We’re just two ghosts in a broke-down skylight,
Breathing in beats that the city’s unsung.
Your pulse is a glitch I keep on repeat,
Low-bit desire in the back of the car.
I taste the delay on the soles of your feet,
Every step backwards still leading us far.
So whisper, whisper—let the wires all fry,
Love’s louder when it’s almost gone.