HE IS CHOCOLATE

He is so sweetly satisfying. He is chocolate. When words fail me too often. I find the perfect words here, for this one. HE IS CHOCOLATE. I am the gazer, I watch from afar afraid in hope he is not aware at how awkward and suspicious I feel. I know he doesn’t see me, that I belong to a crowd but watch him move around his space, with such ease, it makes me want to lick the small trial of hair that runs up his stomach. I wonder if he has a girlfriend, with her own dirty thoughts, in her beautiful brain. She IS so beautiful and so happy and natural, everything I am not, I imagine. I imagine that I will forever be invisible.