Interlude

i love the smell
of his Camels
burned out in the ashtray;
lingering

i love the new
stubble
creeping through his
fresh skin

grey eyes
magnified and peering at me
studious and intent
lips, luscious
tongue so soft
to kiss

faded t-shirt on the floor
and nipples in my mouth
eyes closed
mouth upturned
half-smile

he slips into
someone more comfortable
than himself

i try to give
some of me.