suspend

and so it was 

you and me

drifting like children's balloons

above a neon crowd.

they pulsated to pumping popbeats

slick with salty sweat

and sweet wet tongues.

but you and me

we hung and hovered above

wallflowers

blooming on the ceiling.

but

then

in a radical display

of courageous rebellion

you popped your own flexi-shell

and showered fresh

on a gasping, grateful mass

and i

was left,

suspended.