if eyes could leave trails
she’d be covered in his
as he sizes her up and down
admiring from every angle
while sucking on a dry
old cigar
he found in his
wild ride
car
when driving home the newest
and most expensive
daily beloved

she was
loved by so many
it made her lose count
and countless parts
of herself
they probably are still stuck
to some heels
of Italien shoes
and
some to secret
desires
they try to hide
from husband and wives
or friends
whichever

he blows a ring
right above her head
an ashen halo
just to watch it fade
expand so far that it breaks
pulls itself apart
then
he looks back down
but not on
her

she
naked
but unrevealed
stands still
waits
she knows
sometimes
all she’ll do is wait
maybe
it’s all she ever does

he knows

he won’t make her
not this time
waiting can be a waste
if you planned wrong

so he starts
with a gentle touch
to follow
the little paths
across her chest
to her thighs

two nameless faces
staring
until
one cracks
open

“I wonder
who of us
is more lonely?”

KH