Lou is one
of those guys
that looks better
in person
Asian with pecan
shaped eyes of a
coffee bean brown
a toothy smile
that stretches
whenever he laughed
sitting next to me
his dusky blue shirt
and white shorts
were clean and crisp
like a freshly starched
uniform
the kiss was slow
like watching honey
or molasses and
soft like warm
towels

We talked
for 2 hours
like girl friends
excited we decided
to meet for dinner
to see where things go
like an interview
or interrogation
we hit clubs afterwards
as the night stretched
longer and longer
we got closer and closer
like coats in a closet
rubbing against the other
in public
something carnal gutteral
burned in my belly
it ached this need to dance
with another
with every kiss
touch grind I discovered
a new hunger growling
mewing
it ended on my couch
this dance ended in kisses
and tentative fingers on
delicate but thirsty
flesh

I ache
with longing
for the sturdy
framed house
of a man
I spy on some
on dating apps
and grocery
stores
DL is what they
the closeted call
it
Fearing their
sex they walk
the dark
corridors
of the
internet
Dining in a restaurant
is akin to witch
trials

I live high
above the clouds
that hang over
Honolulu
I spy your
flank peeking
from beneath
the dark gray
bed sheets
an alabaster
doll wrapped in
cloudy fabric
you move
the clouds
move with you
a storm in bed
at last naked
as the torrent
of sheets
binds ankles
and brings
hunger

Standing
before him
what I see he
sees
it’s his eyes
a slate gray
that pierces
points and
swallows what I’m
seeing with
my eyes

Standing
before him
what I see he
is a young foolish
playful man
broad shoulders
that slip to his
narrow
waist
then flow
into the rivers
of his thighs