I wait in my place.Upon the floor.For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons ascendingInto Heaven above....NDROGYNOUS PARADEIn the parade,An androgynous face,Like a girl'sAnd a boy's,So feminineAnd masculineIt's impossible to sayWhich he or she may be;Although the mustacheAnd goatee suggestBalls,The buoyant breastsBouncy and full,Despite the line of hairIn the cleavage between the two,IndicateOva,And there is no wayTo tell,For he or she wears. He sat in his crummy little efficiency night after night and wondered what Sarah was doing to George. He went to a movie but left in the middle and didn't go to any others.There were practical issues of living apart, so he called several times to leave messages on the answering machine. One day the message in his voice was replaced by one in hers. Another time he called and Sarah picked up the phone and he hung up. He started shaking. After that he didn't call anymore, but left written messages. As the door swung open, Carrie was alone. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” “It’s your room too! Don’t worry. Unless I burned your eyes?” I laughed. “Did you get anywhere with your little project?” Code for her wanting 2 or 3 men. “Nah. Not them. One got me off though.” “Cool.” Without asking Alex, I continued. “You want to get off again?” She perked up from her suitcase, feverishly looking for something. “Yea?” She questioned. “You share?” “Best thing to do.” I watched her and motioned for her. I whispered tothe tattooist what I required. He smiled and nodded in her direction. I thenordered her to strip off completely. She looked around for a changing room andsaw that there was not one, I demanded ?Well I am Waiting? Slowly she liftedher top and was looking for somewhere to place it when I snapped ?Drop it onthe floor where you and it belong? she looked down and dropped the top, sheremoved the skirt and dropped that standing there naked with her back to thestreet windows where anyone.