Elevator doors

We find each other, wild-eyed.
My jaw works out an off-time rhythm to our conversation, grinding teeth between lines.
You are beautiful. I find glitter on my shoulder and smile. 

I hold you like I love you, and I wonder.
You push against me, starry-eyed.
I take your hand to my mouth, but my nose hits your fingertip before my lips touch your skin.

We kiss as the elevator dances and shudders to my floor.
You are transient and comfortable in strange places with strange people.
I give you something else to think about; you give me someone else to talk to. 

We dismantle stability and sink into this feeling.
Somehow, I know we're trapped in this place. 
I watch you disappear behind elevator doors.