The Ballad of Sailor

His head shaved down to the skin, body is taut with desire and rage, no room for any slack or vanity. He is hardened by days outside, skipping up rubble to smoke heroin off foil laying on slate with a brick wall pillow. He's beautiful in a filthy, dangerous way, emanating self-destruction like pheromones. It made me ache to have him sneak a look at me that way, to stare at me with that needy lonely expression he probably gives his dealer. Such a turn-on.