Poem: "I Understand and I Wish to Continue"
Mark Burnhope suggested I write a poem taking off from the title, after he visited this blog and read the warning page. Thanks, Mark!
I Understand and I Wish to Continue
Before he
comes home, tired and faintly greasy
from office
disappointments and crowded train,
I flick open
my laptop to get off the head of steam
accumulated
from an hour of workout at the gym.
The two men,
one darkhaired and toned, a regular,
the other
faircolored and fresh from his “first time,”
the website-speak
for a solo jerkoff shoot, greet
each other’s
body with no surprise but with speed
suggesting
desire. They know the routine, as do I,
first one,
then the other, sucking the other’s dick,
the tongue,
through circles that it draws, darting,
the
thrilling amble like an elephant’s into the ring.
The shouts mount
in well-timed urgency, released
like flying
handle bars and caught again on return.
The head
falls backwards before the camera locks
on his dick
when he can’t help what his body does.
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