poem

Pretty Larceny

poem

you walk by the bowery
hair blowing between your teeth
like a pirate on the bow
eyes darting to the side
where i see you for the first time
for who you really are
beyond your fake photos and fake names
the hidden fantasy man
sexual guest of my many phases
there next to me passing
like the proverbial ships
in the night, i think of you still,
still as i can possibly be
as a reflection in your eyes
to the side, we finally met
eye to sideways eye
at least there was a time
for us to be near
to be beyond the fear
to be beyond the fame
to be beyond your name
and in the steam of the same street
where our hearts did finally beat
one to the other
step to step
closer to a time
that we had only imagined
dear, i miss you one more time.