He claimed boredom, and my frustration

yielded to it, but still the young man’s

solicitation surprised me, as did my

eventual offer him.


Though we both thought better not

at that moment when talk verges

on action, we both needed touch,

the feel of flesh against flesh;


sexual release, yes, but maybe even more,

those few minutes afterward when,

no matter how casual the encounter,

the spent lovers wrap themselves together


around the brief comfort of mutual being

before the banished world rushes

back into the vacuum of reality

and each must confront it alone.


Another time, we said, but it’s not likely.


Copyright 2014

  1. Allen Culpepper

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s