What's Left

What's Left I like dimly lit bars and beer. I like how you walk purposefully to me. I like smelling need in your swet. I like your reserve. And I like how you stand when you pee. I like the shape of your feet and how you touch me here and there with them. I like how you never go directly for me. I like when we rub our bodies together like two sticks, then warm ourselves on the heat we generate. I like how you saved me from my despair. I liked you-- but now there is only this dimly lit bar and the beer. By: Evelyn Augusto