Sight Seeing

Are they bluffing
or is it the real thing?
as she sits atop him
thighs panting

And my task
of smoothing and rounding
out the edges
seems so mundane

Do you remember
the days
when you'd kiss him
anywhere
at a red light
(every red light)
or on the beach
oblivious to envious eyes
uncomfortable stares

And it didn't
have to go
anywhere
no destination
(that you were willing
to acknowledge)

tongue on lip
drawn out
for the sheer pleasure
of carnal contact
corporeal connection
nyama con nyama
all proxy acts
waiting for my day
of surrender