Innocent Attraction Poem by Carolyn Vuletic

I played pool with him last night
he wouldn't look me in the eyes at first, think he's shy
he is rather enticing
and I wonder what it must be like banging him
would I have to do all the work, or him?
he's into old school punk, and piercings
he's clean, and has skew teeth
something about him makes me want to explore this quiet, alcoholic
I want to talk music, Camden, shrooms and so much more with him
I just don't trust me, when I'm around him (and as I'm always drunk)
I know this is just dumb, but it feels cool right now.
Not anything else, just cool, for now I'll drink beer and play pool with him in seedy bars.