Straight men can be all kinds of whores
I think of rosebuds on lampshades
& dialogue in cinemas
I’d like to move to Canada sometimes
Its not that things are any worse here
Than they once were
I remember really bad years
Separate restrooms for blacks & whites
Today men & women of all sizes
Skintones can piss & sh!t together
That’s progress
Film & film history again
Its celluloid & recently digital
Post-literate lit-up literature
The books of light eye & dark ear
Von Stroheim snips the flower
In the grim POW prison castle
Among the battlements aristocracy
Breaths its last
The brotherhood of nobility
Is disappearing as proletarian
Egalitarian economic democracy
Becomes the ethical ideal
Although love & lust are permanent
Cultural fixtures
Permanent a funny word
Since nothing really is
Like ownership
Since we’re all renting
& when I look at you
I cry & wonder why I don’t die
Right then & there
My love for you
You can see it twinkling
In my eyes
In the smile I keep in reserve
Only for you
A fine aged cognac
In my subbasement
To be warmed & sipped
By candlelight in silence
Before our whispered words
To each other
Beautiful horrible secrets
Conveyed
Erotic needs must be met
I must meet them with you
“You lubricate well…” you say
I moan to you slippery wet
As you laugh
Soft low slightly
As your hand abandons my part
As my body seeks your heart
To pierce fierce
Your arousing noises
Not twisted mocking me
A joyful life-affirming sound
A laughter I can live with
From a sentient creature
I can love as fully as my own life
You’re becoming my own life
With every passing moment
I don’t want any of it to pass
I want one eternal moment
Realized recognized
Can you ever really know
How much I love you
How much pain there is
In the pleasure of it
How devastating the high
I panic when I imagine
You gone from here
In my arms unmoving
No longer breathing
Then I will want to be
Where you are
& will not long tarry
Separate beings becoming
One soulflesh thing
We are our offsping
© 2012 GP aka JSW
