Someone's Poem, For Real

“If I were to write a poem about you,” someone said about me not too long ago, “I’d write about the feel of your skin, the smell of you, the way you taste on my tongue. You’d be the best poem I ever wrote.”


The poem that came out of that encounter is certainly the best poem I’ve ever read. Thank you for writing it about our night together, Ace. It’s beautiful. And thank you for letting me share it with my readers.






Someday I’ll Read You This Poem and You’ll Fall in Love with Me All Over Again
lying beside you crushed
pushing my way inside
hard press pull me through
envelope me deeper and longer


this is not about sex
two bodies rubbed and raw
lubricated by sweat
this is not about sex
me trying to push the other side
so far in I’m nearly out


your nimble back jumps
my fingers trace your nerves
pattern of swirling war pant
the scars from pulling marking
passage of flames and breath


can’t compare your taste
to chocolate can’t
compare your taste to flowers
there is nothing before worthy
nothing to describe pleasure
not sweet not sour not bitter not salt not umami
your taste of the absence of taste


if I sound obsessed it is because I am
obsessed with the sound of you the
way you play upon my lips
you vibrate inside me you shake
around me a drum slowly beating
crooning “row row row” while you
skip at the cool air I blow over you


this is about love
the way it can grow at a moment
a moment grows to a year or more
this is about love
our love will make pulling apart worse
the pain a testament to our pleasure