when i touch him
08/30/2006 06:26 a.m.
i hate that
he flinches
when i touch him
but then he smiles
so i don't know
which manuever
to interpret

i hate that
he'll ask me to
keep him company
and then ignore me
once i'm there

i hate that
he can't just
look at me
like he's
keeping something
from me
like if i were to find out
how he felt
it would be a
catastrophe

i hate that he's so
afraid of me

*

dark rainy night
a street lamp
a cigarette

he blows smoke
into the night
and looks at the ground

i inch towards him
smiling

i think he is beautiful
i think he is scared