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.
- Allen Culpepper