Poem: "Sex with Big Hands"

Sex with Big Hands

Desire, sight, Eyes, lips, seeke, see, prove, and find

     Lady Mary Wroth, “Pamphilia to Amphilanthus”


I want to hold up a boy’s big hands
and kiss him on his lips, gently first,
feeling the slight shock of contact
pass into a warming, then fitting
like a screw-top on a jar of jam,
when lips become mouths, mobile,
deep, and moist, tongues touching.

You know that moment when
a body that is holding itself in,
looking out, curious, cautious,
from behind a gauzy curtain,
relents and follows itself out
to greet your eager hips gladly,
that moment’s a proof, finding.

Comments

Abha Iyengar said…
lovely.
Jee Leong said…
Thanks for reading, abha.

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