H - Lesotho - Coelho and I

We walked twenty minutes
from Tsotang's house
to
yours

breathless and hot.

In your
bedroom
your hand on my knee,
we kissed -
I
tasted cola on your tongue
and you stiffened,
said,
maybe we should play cards
instead?

On the floor
we laid them
out
one by one
and played memory
-

I won.

When your mother drove
me home
I felt I had
lost
something

but what -
I do not
know.