His jeans clung to him and his shirt
hung from his high shoulders
He balanced himself on the edge of
imaginary tight-ropes
round and round til girl tossed her red
hair back
“you coming?”
didn't smile the whole subway ride
didn't smile at her
not at me
love you baby
someday maybe I'd be
baby to boy with black hair, white skin
voice like chocolate mouse
crook'd lips kissing all unheard words
hot breath touches the neck-and
it's
not
you again
