I found
his lips
cushiony
and damp and
right under
his nose
I found
his lips
on my lips
sideways
moist and
slippery
our lips
open one
by one
I found
his lips
on mine
for minutes
for hours
opening
for tongues
and twirlers.
Month: February 2018
Loving Men-Lust
It percolates
in my mind
knock-knocks
of past passions
it broils
like a steak
sizzling
and when cooked
is warm and pink
and juicy like lemons
tart and pungent
it swells overflowing
the levee of good
decision
breaking the dyke
it overflows
to my stomach or
lower, somewhere
lower
overpowering.
Loving Men-Rodrigo (Concave/vex)
A man’s body is simply concave/vex.
When I watch Rodrigo slip out of his undershirt nightly, I see a pair of wide shoulders become bare. These shoulders are capped by a beanie of muscle. Muscle he uses daily to lift, to haul, or, nightly to push and pull.
They are convex.
When I watch Rodrigo watching me, I see his eyes. Magnificently brown and almond-shaped.
They are convex.
At night, under the sheet from our bed I feel his buttocks. Flexing and relaxing they are simply muscle.
They are concave.
In the twilight and glistening with goose-flesh, I see Rodrigo’s face. His lips: a pair of smiles. His hollowed and haloed cheeks.
They are concave.
Men’s bodies are elegant and simple geometrical shapes.
Loving Men-Rodrigo (Lunch)
We ate
at a nearby
public house
drank Guinness
drank whisky
ate sandwiches
and pickles and
fries.
We talked
to a bar wench
who shared
naughty limericks.
We laugh
loudly
drink whisky
neat:
Guinness caused
a belly-balloon
so, two
whiskys, neat.
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 