but, he's got the afterglow

as sweet a soul as ever i've seen

8 gage stretchers in his ears,

dunhills, down-town dress.

& what a mess he must think i am.

dare i crawl up closer?

think up some cheesy lines that might, if well placed & persistent enough

prove to incite 	   what we'll call in this

premillenium & caustic age      something

approaching...






	
"conversation."

"are you HIGH?!!!"charles would say to me, if he were here right now.

"i'm sure he has better things to do."          yes.

he's waiting for someone.

i know he's waiting for someone. i know he is.

he's got that

longing in his eyes & lips. his hands slide over his hips...

wiggle as he tries to wriggle

more comfortably into his seat.	     to no avail.

yes,

he's got that afterglow of anticipation with him.

he sighs out silently

"where is he...? goddammit, where is he?"

should i






prove ambitious or stupid enough

i could acknowledge the painfully obvious.

"is he late?

"i'm sorry, i'm sure he'll get here soon..." 	     & while i was squeezing out

those dangerous first few words i would watch his reaction.

where his eyes went on my body

	or away from it.

	where his hands moved.		   how his back

	would straighten out to gain distance or slacken

	to lean in..."tell me more.	     i like the sound of your voice."






pondering all of this. day dreaming all over him

she appears

from around the corner & his face lights up 

as he catches her eyes & the scent of her neck. 

of her thighs gently brushing the summer linen of her skirt.






they embrace.

slow wet-like sexual tension wafting over the tables 

& passed over gums.

"lost another one, i guess."

next time open your mouth & say...

• Chy Ryan Spain

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