For K.

There was some

event

downtown,

and

in front of me

at the light,

was

a golf cart,

of all things.

There were four people in it.

Did I say four?

There was

one

person

in it.

We were waiting

to turn

left,

just as I have been waiting

to know,

oh,

do you ache for me as I ache for you?

and do you

ever feel

that you cannot breathe

for the thought

of me?

There was one

person

in the golf cart

in the back

on the left

and her back

and shoulders

were bare

except for

two

lucky straps;

I wished

they were

my fingers--

I wished

to kiss

her shoulders

endlessly

by candle light.

I noticed

that her ear

was sweet and perfect.

Her dark hair

was tied back

and it made me

wild

for wanting

to touch it.

She was not

a small girl.

She was

so beautiful

and so very much

like you,

and then

the driver turned

against the red signal

and was gone

through a narrow gap

in the traffic,

and I

went on waiting,

lonelier even

than before.

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