his body

A glass of wine

with you

over cheese and

pommes frites at

a place filled

with “such an uptown crowd”

as you put it

was like a

flirting manual out of

some awful women’s magazine

dripping with subscription cards.

She:

Open, towards him

Head tilted

Legs crossed

Leaning in, laughing, touching,

Brushing his knee

He:

Leans back,

Open, strong

Looking right at her

Watching her hand

As it brushes his

Knee

We walked outside to your bicycle

and you hugged me so tight

I kissed your rough cheek and said

‘I’ll call you’

You pulled me close again

And said.... “promise?”

And when you touch me my whole body tingles with anticipation

But I watch as you head back downtown instead of to my bed.....

I like you too much to sleep with you.