the idle hour passed swiftly
watching them not watching me
peeping the Toms
eyes drinking each nuanced moment
his hand on his knee
pointing the spinach, a lovers’s teeth
proprietary still, but not so strong
for neither seemed too large (I was watching)
neither in charge
though surely it is awkwardly the case
I have sometimes found it so
even as I rested my sleeping palms
between another’s breasts as soft as mine
someone must surrender for victory
eventually picking up the cheque
