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She looked deviled-egg disheveled as she lit her cigarette.

Blowing sex-smoke into my gaping mouth.

My anticipation grew.

It was just on the train that we shared a moment.

Perhaps, several moments.

She, man spreading.

I, standing in the space between.

At first unintentional,

Then a gradual adjustment to a new environment.

We played eye-tag.

She caught me,

Then I caught her.

Dark eyeshadow causing my knees to buckle.

Subtle blinks, and nervous finger tics.

We both had our hand on the nearby pole,

And the train stopped suddenly.

Our hands touched as we tried to regain ourselves.

Too late.

We were set lost a-sea on a raft of want.


The first clear-cut case in my life.

The smiles emerged and I pushed further into that small space, the forbidden spot.

Other people were looking.

The gravity at her center was as dense as a billion dying suns.

Yet, I was born of this death, and felt connection for the first time.

We got off, but didn’t.

And meandered down soiled subway stairs to the fare array.

Passing through that boundary and onto others.

The bus had yet to come.

We huddled electric in the bus barrier,

Significantly coupled.

Pushing faces ever so close and breathing in human imperfections.

Just the right amount of nine-to-five sweat and smell.

Evidence of life and pheromones.

The suspense, inordinate.

Just then, she brought me down to her neck and whispered into my ear.

I came alive and looked up.

She pushed her mouth against mine.

Suspended in the forever of a moment.

Dizzying thoughts,and grunts, and supple breaths of garlic and mint.

Universe expanding.

Yin and Yang.

Disciples of flesh, laughing heartily at the politically correct.

The thrill of living, evident.

Causing envy.


People with smart phones look up, but then return to their own deep vices.