you moved a piece of my hair
out of my eyes, your blue
ones smoldering into mine.
I call you my sapphire boy,

& tonight, I had chipped nail polish

lips against each others, where do
our bodies end, where do they start,

"vodka on the rocks please."

& tonight I had soft virgin lips,

& tonight, & tomorrow, & yesterday
It's all the same.

my nail polish came off.