try three

hot sun
deep tremble
drive steel fast
shovel pack lunch
nervous i stop to breathe
	clean the crumbs from my lap
i see her sitting
	calm, cool, patient
i like patience
breathe
i circle the lunch time lot like a college student looking for free beer
darting in i seize a space
i need a drink to wash away the lunch that remains in my nervous throat
long expected lines and old slow counter help
i see her through the glass like a post card
i exit with beverage and homemade cookies in hand
a white van blinds my view as i place on my shades
breathe
hi, are you Kim?
a radiance slams through my shades
i sit
sweat, in the sun, chocolate chips melting...
drawn to the lips
	delicately lining the tender articulate and intelligent mouth
that smile...

i have heard the tension of sex
	tired, relaxed, calm and whisper
the climax
i have missed the smile..
...and there it is in the shade
breathe
	as my mind wanders
		reach out and kiss
		embrace and yearn
small talk...
...quite unintelligent for me
flustered i melt with the cookies
turn red like the Coppertone billboard...gone
breathe
on the dark side where i parked
the tension grew
the tension i enjoy
sexual.
the hug
trembling
drive to work fast...

in the sun of a smile from her


OCTOBER 13TH