Prius guy and the hooker in fishnet stockings Eating Taquitos trying to pretend people Don't notice them. Ready to give Directions to the movie theater. Casual As a pair of Chinos with a nice shirt. The look That says No thought put in. They are A few steps away from an overfilling Garbage can. Sharing one Big Gulp Two straws, leaning into the summer weather Excited as two boobs Squeezing into a push up bra. Other lovers aren't this dangerous, I think, as the door alarm sings Ringing me into the neon nymph That promises to be the destruction Of night eaters everywhere. They are Gum and candy put next to the register Impossible not to be noticed and curious about. Outside, my girlfriend waits. For automatic comfort. Pottery Barn decor, A sectional awaiting pajamas and personal space. One bed with linens too perfect to be slept in. I bet They have a twin bed, snuggle, smoke cigarettes, Intertwined in deep conversations. There is nothing About them that feels of forced conversations, Buttoned pants. My girlfriend Taps her manicured nails on the steering wheel. Inpatient, she is for my curiosity. I see Her eyes wander when I wonder. I bet They melt like Snickers left on the dashboard In the sun, when they touch. Like heat and chocolate, They are too oppositional not to produce Softcore.