sex is happening beside me, inside my mind
a couple sit, myself beside her
like an inpromptu menage
she rubs her dress straight on the surface of her long legs
with pointed hands and painted nails
she laughs with her partner
carelessly tossing her hair behind her
which brushes my shoulder and she excuses herself
her smile is pleasant, but her fear is ugly
the timidness of a child does not become her mature eyes
her man is weak, and cannot handle a woman like her
she owns him, and he hopes she will keep him past tonight
while she hopes that he will stay a man ’til last call
