of breasts and penises
protrusions of a kind
remind me that
I am

just passing through
excuse me I'm
just passing through
a shuffle a shove

fondle feel
delicately observe
delight
in the light reflected there in space

alone
and what was there
what is there now
to fear?
alone again

on my way
there
isn't any time to go to
anything but
there for

she waits for me
there, and waits
and awaits for me
where

I am going
now
I am gone