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WAITING IN LINE

while you chatter you reach out and take my hand I am silent

even when you tickle my palm slowly and deliciously

I do nothing but when you raise my arm to your breast

something obliges me to say You know I don't know you you cover your face

your callow friend in a tweed much like mine says girls from Fresno

are real friendly but nothing can quite undo that moment of pleasure

we both got into not even your I'm sorry sir!

Here's hoping someday perhaps you will enjoy poetry

and be glad to read this