I want to live with a beautiful man.
I want it so badly
I’ve waved good-bye, good-bye! to God and, worse,
I want him so badly.
I’ve seen the beautiful man in church
worshipped by the choir.
Last night he toweled in the locker-room
his cock, a pinkish pacifier,
and my heart rose like a choir.
I want to tie him to my bed, each limb a sweet arrow
pointing to the keep,
take him in my longing mouth
and there the beautiful man keep.
All day I want to live with a beautiful man.
All night I lie down with me.
I know the world is not a breast
but when did we start starving babies?
Look! When I spin very fast, the mobile stars revolve round me.