we give each other
very little
aside from passing glances
& beer

the night wears on
& you creep in
your arms become a vise
I have no breath

god, the work you do with your
hands alone is purely
unprecedented
sometimes I wonder...

but you laugh
I laugh
& the other guy leaves
We lose conversation
& talk about
the uncomfortable things

when I got in my car
he asked how the make-out session went


"that won't happen"