I talk on his right
the person on his left
steals his attention

turning to leave
my hand gently brushes
a breast

I stumble
and look for a witness
his stare pierces

excuse me
excuse me
personal space

ending our talk
we say goodbye
and walk the same way

finally alone
between the sheets
the door opens suddenly

bursting excitement
I thought he waved
to me

desperate to use the stall
the person before me
had three burritos

a kiss held in memory
for years to come
because we bumped heads