Spent a Lifetime

Spent a lifetime
Working with tools I had no clue
How to use
In order to shape this face
You see peering out
From the upper right side of this page.
Crouching, head to the side
Saying, really? For real, now?
Me?
You think?
Say something? What?
What could you possibly
Know that would keep
Him near?

In three days,
It’ll be history.
I get it now.

And I know why you came.
Maybe I have something to say today.
Maybe not.
Maybe a photo.
A glimpse of yellowed flesh
Un-tethered to my brown partner
Fodder for your sweaty underside,
Serviced by my moist, untied tongue.
Maybe you’d like to know
How to feel about this
Homo thing
Black thing
Lettered thing
Lover thing
Spirit thing.
Big enough, but not quite
Keen on how to feel, be
own anything
Not legislated by others.
You’ve come to the write place.

Or maybe I’m wrong.

Travel down these brief sentences
Immerse yourself in this verse
Lay your head down
As I bareback you
Face to face.
Your legs on my shoulders.
Because I want to see you
Take it.
Watch you bite bottom lip
My thighs in your grip
Lift your ass a bit
Spread your legs further apart
So you can
Take this take this take this
Word and that word and this one...
Tell me you like it.
Come on, tell me.
I know you do.
I do, too.
I like it when we wordfuck.
Ignore warnings
Act like we stealing from someone
What we owned already.
You like it this way.
You keep telling me yes.
Yes.
Come back, Steven.
If it's only to
Beat the monster back
Ignore your true nature
Then our expiration date
Is coming soon
To tsunami our villages
Crush our egos
Flatten the scene
Which will bring a smile to my face.

You keep coming back,
To show me things.
You keep coming back,
To remind me of me
And the monster I beat back.

Next: the liberation.

Saturday, July 08, 2006 @ 03:06 PM