Shirtless but in a black fedora,
brim angled just above his eyebrows,
a smooth-skinned young man looks over shoulder,
idly curious to see who follows.
His gaze is neutral, options open.
He won’t invite you, if you’re hoping,
but if you make the move, he’ll let you–
see where a line, a kiss, will take you.
T. Allen Culpepper