Softcore

Softcore
 

 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.