AnchorBalloon

It’s mostly about sex
most everything is nowadays
maybe it’s been that
way for a long
time but I being
a lover still believe
that love is everything
maybe sex and love
are the same things
having now enjoyed each
no I think sex
is like an anchor
keeping you in place
at least until it’s
time to set sail
but love is like
a balloon already on
its way to somewhere
and only ever lands
when it’s gotten there

TypesTypically

Some friends are friends 
and some are lovers
and even others stay
but most they go
some lovers are sexual
and some are intimate
and even others both
but most they blow
I prefer my friends
to be my friends
and my lovers my
lovers for when my
friends decide to stay
my lovers often stray

JustThen

I honestly can’t say
which I like better
sunrise or sunset with
you the day belongs
to others but us
the beginning and end
is only ever reserved
for what we have
it’s the morning for
me night for you
but it’s the kisses
the kind and often
wanton kissing that takes
us both into then

TheItch

I was interested in 
boys when I was
eight years old and
luckily so was a
neighbor a year younger
curiosity is like looking
for something in a
dark room eyesight fails
and the other senses
double down I remember
being mesmerized by our
differences he being small
and brown and quiet
and I being bigger
and white and gregarious
and now fifty years
later I know that
what was once innocent
curiosity would later become
desire that didn’t matter
then just like all
discoveries into something new
all that mattered was
scratching that one specific
itch in a place
never to be reached

MissMaybe

I miss them all 
each one of them
and at night now
I sit in darkness
wondering
I sit in darkness
wondering
when maybe and if
maybe I’ll see another
maybe
I sit in darkness
wondering when maybe where
maybe and if maybe
I will ever stop
missing them like this
wondering

maybe