One Day Stand (to Bucharest)
I enter you
while darkness masks your features.
Hundreds of bowed faces
shift to hint at people I’ve known.
I want to run through your streets
Your money feels cheap.
It slips between my fingers.
In the first dishwater drips of dawn
your curves entice
an ache for familiarity.
I wish I had known you for you.
I stare unfocused
I let you become undefined
splashes of color.