Lesotho, and what we want to forget

Walking down a hotel hallway

we knew

and you,
you,
magnetic
hooked your fingers
into my sides
and I was had.

Standing in the closed doorway
we leaned
hid
touched

Until a conscience
I never had
pushed a hand
between
your chest and mine

Walking down a hotel hallway

I do not know
if you watched me

walk away.