Loving Men-Him (Rodrigo)

His hair
like fur
my fingers
kissing12tangle it
like poorly
wound yarn

His back
like the state
of Wisconsin
is broad atop
narrow below.

His tie
like an obstacle
or hurdle
finally loosens
by my tugging
drawing him
near, knotted
silk, unwound
it’s a sash of

His lips
are my medal.