The man in the Mexican Restaurant had your build.
Your haircut, shoulders, rib cage and behind.
You, easy. From the back, in a minute.
My body, turncoat, began agitating.
Warm, welcoming sensation.
Cling peaches in heavy syrup.
Entirely consumed by you.
Until, as mystery will,
he turned his head to reveal
a stranger. The wrong man.
he could have stood still
with his back to me
Just like you.
photo by Alyosha Tristan Sonju
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