Between songs,
I listen to balls click
one against

the other across
the smooth
tables behind me.

I close my eyes
and imagine
the press of his body

into mine. I slip
a cigarette
from the pack

in front of me, steady
it between
my lips. The man

beside me offers
a light.
His fingers are long

and dark. I hold
his gaze
in the bar's dim light.

He asks if Iím meeting
someone. I take
a slow breath,

and letting it out
say, you.