EVERY DAY I PASS HIM
 PLAIN MAN WEARING CLOTHES  
LOOKING SOFT,
ARE NOT
 BECAUSE
THEY ARE STONE.
HIS EYES HOODED
AS DEEP IN THOUGHT
BUT THE PUPILS ARE SHARP  

ON AN ESPECIALLY WARM DAY,  
PERCH BY HIM. LEAN AGAINST WAIST,
 HARD BUT SMOOTH,  
REST MY HEAD  
IN FOLD OF COAT  
LOOK DOWNWARD BLUSH
THE COOLNESS
GENTLE AGAINST MY CHEEK.  

SAT BY HIM NOBODY ELSE ON THE STREET,
TALK TO HIM.
BUT LIKE
WITH  NOT -TO-
TOLD HIM ABOUT BOOK AT GOODWILL.
TUCKED IT BETWEEN TWO SWEATERS AND NESTLED INTO A USED LOVESEAT-ON THE THE COVER WAS A MAN HOLDING A WOMAN VERY TIGHT AS HER DRESS FELL AWAY, SO I HELD IT UP BEHIND A NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC. I FELT VERY STRANGE WHEN I READ IT SCARED AND UNABLE TO STOP  

FROM THEN  A DIFFERENT SIDEWALK  
I WAS EMBARRASSED TO LOOK AT HIM.