Silent Mary, K.C.Wheat

Silent Mary
by K.C. Wheat

Mary Ann takes off her jeans.
Leaves them on the floor right there.
Then she stares at me over her shoulder,
With her elbows resting on the table.
Her Afro smells like cigarettes
As I watch one bead of sweat
Slowly roll down her spine,
Make a left turn, trace her hip,
And wet my hand.