He
has chocolate
eyes. Almonds
set above peaks
of cheekbones
towering
ledges above
his smile.
He
has a brown
body.
Milk chocolate
confectionery
tasting sugary
and smooth.
He
has a solid
heart.
Passionate
strong life
beats.
He
shares
three
with me.
A face and
a body
I knew;
a heart
I learned
to know
Bruno
(a stage name)
is what they call
him, he calls
himself
Beauty.
Beauty
(his real name)
is what he calls
himself
Nightly
First they
hang
upon limbs
of flesh
outstretched
like grape
vines.
Next they
gather like
on-coming
storms; circling
trapped
in the
corner.
Today
they hang
like pelts
in my closet,
or lie like
psychedlic
igloos on our bed.
His body is bathed
in cotton; it breathes
through denim
and leather;
blinders for my eyes.
Hands reach
for ivory buttons,
closures against the wind;
fingers dance
on the ivory like a pianist
sliding the ivory through
tight holes.
Unbuttoned, I open the sides
of his shirt unmasking
his chest which now teases
me like a joke;
his chest, taut, firm with a spattering
of hair like paint splashes;
his chest hair moves
as my fingers dance
on his wooded prairie.
Hands move to his snap
and zipper which when tugged
growl as teeth are barred;
teeth which held his
briefs at bay like a police
line: do not cross
it says.
I pull away cotton
and denim to expose
flesh upon which my
hands feel hunger
and longing and yearning.
Naked now, I study the frame
and not the painting of cloth
and denim; the frame of flesh
is what I study with devouring
eyes.
Next will be my mouth
and tongue tasting this
masterpiece.
When you look for It you’ll never find It.
There are many things that I’ve looked for in my life: Success, fame, love, etc. Some of these I’ve achieved but alas, they are all fleeting. They slip through my fingers like sand or oil.
I’ve learned that looking for these things, especially It, is a futile endeavor. These things are assigned or given by others.
Rodrigo and I have It; I know you know what It is. It’s not love alone. It is comfort, security, compassion, trust, courage, and humility. We discovered it naturally, slowly, through an ongoing friendship.
We’ve talked about Having It when we suddenly realized we had It. It was a surprise when we finally realized that our friendship had finally evolved into It.
When I stopped looking for It, It appeared.
So maybe, just maybe, if we stop looking for It, or success or fame, and maybe these things will be given or discovered from another.
Discovering that Rodrigo and I have It gives to me a feeling of comfort. I hope that everyone has the beauty of discovering It with someone.
