*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*)