what is
your type?

they look at me
with the same smiles
conspicuously
pink
and
spent

i describe
the shoulders
of the vendor
wide
and strong
(i saw him
walking
when i drove past)

i describe the eyes
of the Stranger
(i like him
that way)
dark brown
and clear
a little bit tired
when
he said
thank you

i describe the smile
of the boy
i think i still love
sometimes
and the cocky ignorance
of the boy
with eyes
like ice

i describe the colour of skin
the way you see
any colour
in the night
(the colours
you don't need to see)

i describe the humour
of the three
who always made me laugh
and the confidence
of the one
who wasn't afraid
to just kiss me

i describe the intellegence
of the one
who can't stop reading
(he sits in the park
a thousand years old
and falling apart)

they laugh
and i smile
and i let them think
that i mean one