It’s late…and you come by my apartment sweaty and lacking in breathing and your shirt is wet and you’re hot.

I look away, I want to seem centered.

You say…’’sorry I’m late, I had to run to get there because it started raining…”,and you talk for awhile, of what you have seen in the street and stuff and I’m setting us a drink and smiling because I know and I just can’t seem to get off of my mind what we’ll do together later on tonight.