breaking unwritten rules

"Some thirty inches from my noseThe frontier of my person goes,And all the untilled air betweenIs private pagus or demesne.Stranger, unless with bedroom eyesI beckon you to fraternize,Beware of rudely crossing it:I have no gun, but I can spit."

W.H.Auden “Prologue: The Birth of Architecture”

bumping
intimacy
escalator