Poetry

[Senusret I]

THE FOLLOWING POEM IS RATED R. NO CHILDREN UNDER SEVENTEEN WITHOUT A PARENT OR GUARDIAN

black light fandango
(March 28, 2001)

dear sir and ma’am:
under the black light everything felt right
bet you wished it could have lasted all night
three parts and three hearts and no false starts on that night
(this is no explication but a dedication to him and her and me)
three thirsty souls in the center of a sea
of bodies like two sharks we encircled her
obeying the Miami bass we grinded and freaked and grinded and freaked
like ticking and tocking like a grandfather you’d been clocking
like the sucking and fucking that you wished you were doing
her and me at the same time so when we came together (to dance)
you got a snake in your hips and started to prance
because you’d never been in a circle of three degrees
a circle of amour but you didn’t know what was in store
it was just a fucking party and we were just freaking this girl
this girl was the last one on earth because she gave me my first hard on in years
and i had no fears, even if “oh, shit! what if I am straight?”
through the stench of cigarettes and sweat, i still made you and her wet
we encircled her and you touched my arm and i touched your hand
and suddenly we three understand that if ever something like this was to happen
it could only be her, you, and me and only that night
and the crowd disappears around us and all that’s left is the black light
stranding us in the inky, infinite sea - i just see her, you, and me
i touch you, you touch me, we touch she but
does she even need to be there for you to know that I am aware
of the erectile function touching our conjunction
we are fucking each other through her but
does she feel pricked, does she ride it, does she feel like a queen
inspiring the manhood of two to arise in between
you cannot look me in the eyes because you know that i have caused this show
we each had someone else but they didn’t know
that she was the only woman that could make me think twice
and i was the only man that could make you think twice
but twice plus twice is nice only when its thrice
we were live we were hype we were the essence of sex
raw energy bubbling under skin threatening to explode
as the fluid crowd evaporated
you and you and i, he and she and me, girl and guy and guy
we are free
love: me