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.