*REGRETS*

*By GILDA LILY*

He comes out Of the building In the pre-dawn light, His glow caused By the sun's waking rays.

He looks up at the window Where a single candle burns And smiles A self-satisfied smile, Remembering a night of love As he moves.

A sound attracts him To the alley. A cop's curiosity, I suppose, Or perhaps a cat's.

Green eyes search As I wait in the shadows. Elegant fingers rest Against a slender thigh. His body's slender, and taut, If only...

"Who's there?" he calls, And I glide out From the shadows, A place I call home.

"Hello, Ray."

Green eyes widen Surprise slowing Sated reflexes.

Mine were never slow.

The shot rings out, Echoing Against brick and stone, A cry rising To the sky.

Another will follow.

I melt back Into the shadows.

I told you, Ben, That you'd regret Not coming with me.

(*11/29/96*)


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