When People Smile At Each Other At Traffic Lights

We sat around in 40 ̊C

in our underwear

and fan
and a wet cloth

over the fan
and cubes of ice
in our mouths.
So many love songs

about keeping

each other warm, but

so few
about keeping

each other cool
in this fucking heat.

I’m sweating

thru my balls. It’s

a real prick.

You can take em

off.

I did /

was

naked now.

It was not
a pleasant
or a graceful sight.

But you didn’t laugh

and you didn’t even

look twice.

Sometime

after that

you got it all

off yrself.

3 hrs
we sat there

watching

Passion of

The Christ.

We didn’t

even fuck.

But let me

assure you—

this
this is
this is a love poem.