He put his hand
On the small of my back
Drawing me forward
closer to him.
“What would you like?”
I couldn’t say,
So I ordered a latte instead
.
He fidgets;
“It’s almost eleven…”
Diversons
Unavailable
Begging preservation.
Or maybe I just make him
Nervous.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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