asad 30

There is a Stranger
deep within each of us
with rougher edges
dark corners a
stranger often
running widdershins
to the expectation
we were molded to

I have had mine
out for coffee
the truth is
that over the years
we have become
not that dissimilar

I have seen
glimpses of yours
the turning after
the desired taste
of rounded breasts
and smooth thighs
and wonder

will you ever share
coffee at 3AM