i shoved through a confederacy of inebriates on two street
new years day
to meet you grinning at your door.
i should have been celebrating
a farewell to naivety
proud stepping abreast
sparkle specked feathered brethren
but i stripped down for you,
knelt for you,
opened wide and said "ahh..."
you held my palmed feet
to your chest as you stroked
out rhythms, patterned thoughts
of sex, of intimacy surmounting comfort,
how fruitful to answer to a "sir"
or "daddy" or name commonly christened.
i'd like to see you again.
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