"First Meeting"
The call is over
We have said our 'i love yous"
One of us reluctantly hits the switch
i am still and quiet, now
Not smiling or lusty or somber before we
Part again

The call is over
i sit back in the chair you met me sitting in
My feet are propped up my knees making peaks
i lean back and take a look at what of me i can see
i am wearing the same snake skin printed jeans
I wore when we met

My eyes travel from my knees, and i look at the
Hole torn in the leg, where I fell awhile back
My eyes continue and hold on my thigh
And I think to myself
My thigh will not be touched again for a
Long, long while

My eyes travel and stop at the button
Above the zipper
And i think to myself
I will not be unbuttoning this for a man again
For a long, long while
And it makes me sad

My eyes close
And i treat myself to a glimpse of
Our first meeting in the dark
I am wearing the same jeans
I won't ever forget
Never forget, such things
Until we meet again
Christopher John Mazey