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contributors
b. kleinberg
c. mckelway
d. green
j. yoon
l. sexton
n. clark
q. amacher
s. steidle
1.
The way it felt when we sat together at the dining room table
and I didnt know that I was in @*!#$ with you yet. Suddenly
I felt the existence of my arms more than ever before. They
wanted me to lift them and reach into your lap.
Of all the things Id ever felt for men, simply wanting to grab
a hold on their cock had never been one.
2.
The fact that we hadnt touched each other made my body
become hypersensitive to histo the fact that we could be
touching but we werent. I was so finely tuned in to his body
that when his fingertip grazed my forearm it made that line
on my skin burn.
The Perversity
Why cant we just be together
laying side by side,
feeling the leather and soft powder of our skins
no enteringno exiting the other
Why cant we just be together
laying side by side,
feeling jointly our arousals
nothing exchanged or appetites satisfied
Why am I made to feel unfair, a tease, and perverse
for refusing consummation?
Youre cheap, a cop-out
degrading our desires
Let it linger like the odor on the sheets
Let it dangle between us like a cusp
Let it always be beyond reach till it no longer matters
And love will be platonic and it will always grow
And desire will unite
no lines drawn in the sand
There wont be a starting line and there wont be an end
You wont be lying far over there and I here
you satisfied and I left wanting
I will always be wanting, more
Tension
Purity
Ecstasy
TAN DULCE
rock
milk
concrete sweet
flicker
sweat knees
WITHOUT WARNING
(after Sappho)
tired summers
find
under shaking oak
my breath on your
lips
fingers
ear
laugh lines
guide,
ride me
bridle
my steam rising
hide
bliss
swathed, supine
your mouth opens mine
mutual capture
milk of rapture
we dive in
to swim
red rover
all over
i need it
cede it
deeply
to me
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