A Handle on a Tea Cup

Weight into the mattress,
Weight into the floor,
Weight into the eyes,
Unready for the organic pallet,
Unlike the Technicolor pixels of dreams.

Cold leather seats,
Frost on vinyl,
Snakes of rain,
Serpents on the window,
Dark now,
With only orbs of electric lights,
Lightning bugs on Earth's surface.

Panels of lockers,
She takes off her sweater,
Rippling in his arms,
His hand on her waist,
A handle on a teacup.

Later, yawns departing,
He gently brushes my elbow.
I panic.
He touched me.
A handle on a teacup.

Weight into the mattress,
Weight into the eyes,
Serpents slithering down my window,
Six more hours until tomorrow,
A handle on a teacup.