On the low steps in front
of the open door
in the empty street

a man is sitting
with crossed arms
his lips sucking

a cigar --
thick lips, never
may they kiss me

He peeps up
to my belly --
the sneak

in uncrushable work clothes
free from overt suspicions
but never someone looks back

He is politely avoided
with a nod, quick steps
and thoughts to forget