Wednesday, August 17, 2011

i can see you

i can see you
standing by the bathroom
like a tall greek young homosexual fantasy boy
a sleek whippet god
in all you purity and smoothness

i can see you in the kitchen
carefully making art with melon and peaches
caressing those nectarines under stream water
as if they were rosy cheeks of some goddess
before whom in reverence you will fall tonight

i can see you in the bedroom
looking like a french film hero
as you stare out of the window
and the silhouette of your torso and penis
complements that of the arch of your spine
as you stand before her, all whiteness on gossamer
and you ask her to go with you
into the warm room
fall into clouds
and a manger of lust

i can see you
because you are here