back against the concrete wall of the theatre outside in the sun & dressed in black sucking the life out of a cigarette you loped over in Chekovian dress & asked to take a drag. 22 as i was, i saw in you the promise of james dean & jack kerouac our hazels irises expanded, contracted under the eye of the sun & i relished the sensation of your fingertips as they momentarily caressed my thumb and forefinger as i relinquished the cylindrical american sprit.