I was fresh in my homesick
when you arrived that evening
your sister's smile, familiar 
your shapely graceful demeanor 
silver and hemp 
were you ornaments 
joy and vitality
your adornments
on me
you've claimed me with your touch
struck me right with a smile
as we shared childhood gems
the quick moving fog
rolled in. 
creased: the dress you wore on your form
you did not care, you cast that aside
it fell over your frame
the sun blushing your shoulders
and I'll never be the same
and I told you so...
that night, doing maybe again
what you do to many
to me for I was there alone 
but I kissed you, though in fearing:
you are flavored-minded, seasoned 
particular in taste, would protest
You didn't
pleasure is the mode 
and that I longed to elicit 
your sighs of release 
and the other signs 
the smooth sheen of skin
all on your side, I worshiped you. 
I don't mind. 
all the moments in a handful of days
stirred my dormant heart
so I admitted to you, while we lay
"I've not met the likes of you"
your form, your presence, your gravity 
but I have a feeling you, in your way
meet men like me 
every-
day
Monday, July 17, 2006
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