01:47

The rain throws itself
at the window
as I think about
how long
it has been
since I was touched.
Those shortly lived
moments of succinct imagination
that begin with the good intentions
of a wide eyed girl
on her knees
working expertly away
at the belt buckle.
The curvature of the spine
elongated away from warmth's nest.
Anything! Just a stray hand
in an empty pocket
as the rest of the pupils
listen attentively
to their futures.

Here I am
as the rain
carries on
wondering when the next time will be
wondering how they will look
as their head descends,
how their thighs will press
against either side of my head.
How will they sound?
Will they be the type
to never end
with the continual reward
of great fruits
or will they require effort.

Are my eyes destined to wince
at an unshaved pubis,
or a neglected asshole.
Will their body press hard
against mine
in an easily located rhythm
or will it jerk
like two young lovers
nervous
and worrying
about the opinion
of a god.

Whatever the outcome,
something better give way
before this rain
ceases to fall.