On the J

He stares
and I think: "what do you want from me?"
He's got those arms that seem to speak
you know the kind—
those luscious ones
that look like they can carry a car

He could lift me
and throw me against a wall
with one finger
and so I keep from looking back
in case he's some basher looking for an angry fix
and I'm the perfect kind
an innocent lovefool weak for hungry eyes
because attention is oh so fulfilling

so I go back to my little Latino novel
try and keep my strength
breathe
release
the train moves to each station and I just read

but then,
this massive urge to look bangs inside me
this insane need to give him a quick glance controls me
my insides devoured, I look up
He stares profoundly and I see a little smirk appear
I look back down
Close my eyes
sigh
and think:
"Sir, you are hotter than I'll ever be."