Regrets  

  *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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