sat beside her on the bus
           freshly inked arm, she kept glancing it over
     as if it would sneak away
            I could smell her light perfume –
                          it felt like it suited her inside and out;
                   she had a casual demeanor that made my heart say,
oh
            and for two moments I was in fascinating lust.
   we would stroll English Bay, her skateboard and my bike
                     (I’d learn to ride, of course)
      she would play music while I wrote to her heavy rock
                                   convincing me to get another piercing
                           “It doesn’t hurt, y’know”, a smirk on her face

                and then I got off the bus,
                          remembered where I was,
                    took a deep breath,
                                 and said “oh.”