beautiful bodies.

his beautiful body

dancing

in the last rays of the sun

he is not dancing

but his body is

mosquitus interruptus

biggest fucker i have ever seen

his body lacks the definition

of a statue

of a Greek youth

but is so much more

the outline of his form

is living

and a dog

is running

across the grass

I gravitate towards this rock

because it is closest to the 69th Street entrance.

But that is not the only reason.

If he knew I was admiring him

he might hate me

but that might only be out of fear.

Why did

that man

put

broccoli

and carrots

in my lamb gyro?

it changes every day.

shirt back on

and back to work

but i have seen

the battle and the bruises

and i am blessed

to have had the opportunity

to do so

and now i am only sure

of the light hitting my body

and this notebook

and him

sitting beside me.

i never did see his face...