those back undercuts
with a lil transboi bun perched on top like a sundae-cherry
good god damn
makes me want to pin you down
have you pin me down
run my nails through the fuzz decorating your scalp til I reach enough hair to lose my fingers in
to pull, til we lose each other in
your arms laced the way open to that south-spanish queer club a half-block from my hotel
and then those hands met mine across a gintonic
and you giggle my name and I tongued yours across my teeth
and you handrolled a cigarette and you asked who I liked
and whether I was seeing someone
and if there were people setting my heart on fire
and if I wanted a kiss
and as you pulled your lips off mine
I ran my hands across your cheek said "in Europe don't you do it twice"
and after we'd danced our tongues across each others' teeth you said
actually
i think it's three times
and with my hand behind your neck
you showed me what the custom was
for pretty girls outside queer clubs under moonlight
your soft fuzz tickling my palm beneath the andalucian summer stars