I jumped on a train - away.
Sat at the bar. Started with Pepsi and ice, moved on to white wine and no one checked my age so I ordered a Malibu.
Watched him -
the muscles in his forearms. Wiry, solid.
A wolf’s grin,
and I had wounds needed licking - so that worked for me.
No clue that watching a guy spark up would turn me on but, leant against the alley wall, breathing deep the beachy air laced with cigarette smoke - I fell in on myself.
We were both beautiful,
both delicious.
After, when there was blood on the passenger seat of his car - he apologised
because,
had he known, he said, it would’ve been special.