Chat

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