I find myself kissing that
woman on this train – as
no one looks on – none –
then another – her lips in
a curl at extremes [as if a
stuck smile] – she kisses
me back with her tongue
& saliva – unseen others –
bare before a commuter
& turned eyes – but not a
single tutting one – not a
one [on my skin she is all
lightly-left sensations] – I
pull away from her teeth
as they sink in [mouthed
crude in my imagination]
& I whisper – do not do it