Fixing
his hair
I blend
wooden fingers
through
night time
waves
Fixing
his tie
pulling
draw-cords
on curtains
wooden fingers
tighten
his knot
Fixing
his smile
dabbing
corners
for crumbs
wipe clear
his smile.
Category: Gay
Loving Men-Him (Rodrigo)
His hair
like fur
my fingers
tangle 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
triumph
His lips
are my medal.
Loving Men-Kissing
when we
kiss
your eyes
get lazy
like cats
or the sliver
of moon
when we
kiss
your lips
get moist
like sponges
or succulent
fruits or flowers
when at last we
kiss
you become
weak
like blossom
heavy
bouquets.
Poet
Poet
an
ancient woman
threading beads
on fine
linen threads.
Loving Men-Pensive
Today
I sit
quietly
listening to
nothing
Today
I see
you
laughing at
something
Today
I feel
us
being
everything
