Fling

He is caught in between -
between sheets and schedules
of other men.
Frightened of love,
he submits to these trysts
of lunchtime groping
and rush hour craving.
Safe in knowing
he wasn't hurting someone else
(or getting hurt himself).
He hates parting scenes.

Alone over drinks
he catches someone looking.
His body of twenty with a mind of forty,
only desirable to older men
He is disconsolate.
No one likes boys who think

Still he dreams in strangers' cars
for someone who'd appreciate him someday.
Till then he goes along with it,
hoping each will be different than the last.