Dust

By Kirby Light

I thought about the one
in the black and pink bikini
and the one
in the tie dye bikini
who’s eyes were hidden behind sun glasses
for the full ten minutes I knew her.
I thought about the one at work
with the curly black hair
and nice ass.
I thought about the one
I should have given flowers to.
I thought about the one
I missed at the bar
and the one
I wish I had talked to at the party.

I thought about the one
with brown eyes
that would twirl her hair
around a finger
when she talked to me.

I thought about the one
that went to bed with my friend
the other night.
I thought about the one
that I kissed on a couch.

I thought about warm skin
and legs
and fading faces covered by hair.
Little noises in the dark
and the curving of spines,
soft lights on lips
and the taste of ear lobes.

Sweat,
endless seas of sweat
that smelt like the rain
and felt just as refreshing.

And after my finest moment
I was alone in my shower again.
Just me and God
and the terrifying fact
that my whole life is nothing

but wasted love
and
wasted time.