To M Poem by Wayne Taam

To M



You know S & I think you’re
sensuous
Your white skin capable of sustaining a mild fever of
passion perpetually

I saw you that day smoking
the lights
Surreptitious glances
I saw you again last night
Surreptitious glances into your
being

You have a kind of intelligence
we like
One of us
we will never know what
it is to
touch you
I guess

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