little, little cafe,
at the edge of my known world.
I go there to get away.
to think.
ponder.
calculate my chances at a continued existance.
sitting alone,
chewing on processed shit, I see an arrival to rival god.
she is not beautiful,
in the classic sense of that fatal description.
she won't win any 'America's next top model's.
but she'll always get
plenty attention
where ever she goes.
I get hard, but hide the proof, shifting closer to the table.
a man joins her,
as I should've expected.
she pecks his cheek and I try to decipher their connection.
the light of love is not evident,
but there is something else in her eyes.
hunger.
lust.
desire.
he is a fuck, and maybe in time a little more,
if the goodlooking cock plays his cards right.
I'm envious.
deadly so.
I want to be that guy.
for a week.
a day.
an hour.
as long as its with her.
I can never return to this place.
my retreat is ruined,
my solitude eroded.
she has won this day.
