dreadlock boy
short honey twists
poking out of your
purple knit hat, your
aquiline nose

straining, your tanned scarred
arms in the long grocery store lineup
a gentleman offers to keep
your box of bottled water on his cart
you politely decline

my eyes work their way along
your white t-shirt, your
young puppy muscles over
strong bone hidden underneath

and i think about
licking your spine
and ripping you open
and lapping blood off your face
and how hard your fingers grip
and how you kiss and fuck
and what that bracelet means
and what your belly looks like
and what your smell is
and how many girls
think poetry in their heads
when they look at you