the dark boys

the dark boy, brooding
in shadows,
leaning into the red brick,
bookless,
his fangs holding
a cigarette, his pants
unbuckled waiting
for prey. he's dangerous
and ugly in
a beautiful way. how kind
the girls are to him,
he's misunderstood, they say.
his heart is sweet,
he's really gentle, if given
a chance I can show
him another way.