Where I was when we were in different places:

I was out
drinking at the hip hop show.
I was three hours away
kept there by the sleet and the snow.
If I ever see you again I will let you know

that I've spent hours
watching
your beautiful breasts
quiver
from the movements of your arms and your chest
underneath a layer of
bra
and
v
neck.

I
have always wished you were mine.
I
have always wished you were mine.
Especially so when you reveal to me
all parts of lips and gums and teeth   in candid photographs on your facebook profile.
Your smile,
as well as everything about you, I love when you're candid.
Inadvertent, but caught red-handed
being your sincere self in an insincere crowd of people.

I thrive when I'm that.
I am almost never that.