maybe it's just my imagination,
but god, did that girl
leave my eyes
   rolling
and my chest
   heaving.

the way she strung me up
and pulled me close,
for two whole hours on the train
we were pressed,
   hip-to-hip and
   tongue-to-tongue.

her silver-set, tourmaline ring
(which she got from her grandmother)
clinked against the chain of my
cheap dollar-store necklace.
that sound is still ringing
   in my ears
and her whispers are still felt
   on my skin.

the indentation from where
the window ledge pressed into my palm
   is still visible,
as well as her lip gloss
   on my collarbone.

maybe it's just my imagination,
but god, was that girl
   beautiful.
her skin was absolutely
   glowing
and her hair
   shone
in the light drifting through
the print-caked glass.