texture of envy
a disinterested opportunist

skin suit gray
ripe with guilts and pretends

experienced of reconsidered previous loves

the short skirt of loves intent

itching slightly, nonstop
fingering

scarlet sojourn
motions more than this

exact stealth
chiseled improv

fingers crossed in the pockets
bleached totem
standing distant
looking out the long window

tongue resting just inside his lower lip
catching up with the improbable
androgynous excuses of eternity