I like dimly lit bars and beer.

I like how you walk purposefully
to me.  I like smelling need in
your swet.   I like your reserve.

And I like how you stand when you ***.
I like the shape of your feet
and how you touch me here
and there with them.
I like how you never go directly for me.

I like when we  rub our bodies
together like two sticks, then
warm ourselves
on the heat we generate.  

I like how you saved me from my despair.

I liked you--
but  now there is only
this dimly lit bar and the beer.

By:  Evelyn Augusto