It’s here
Hear, I have to go
On a journey
a trip
a lift
in a portal
rush, the onrush
squeeze inside
the tiny room
closer
close the door
congested space
like space and stars
twinkling beacons
the tips of breasts
begging to be chosen
touched, touch one
excitement
desires suspended
for a minute
maybe two

or you can let the darn elevator go and kiss me instead