A Kept Secret is a Dull Secret: Works in Progress

I

Touch me, boy.
Feel me in the dark as we were
Shivering in the cold
Penetrating fingers curled and
curved to caress crevices
Wet with body's rain
Touch me, boy.
Strongarm me in the woods
behind the complex
Against trees and rocks
more gentle than you.
Touch me, boy.
Slip inside me, boy.
Tease the complexities out
of this.
Make me simple.
Make my eloquence moan.
Touch me.
Touch me.

II

You have my heart
by the throat
There's no verbs to escape
the valves
You have my heart
by the waist
This is a forced waltz
Lacking in rhythm and enterprise
You have my heart
by the hips.
This isn't playing nice.
Purr throatily for it
Grasp it audibly.
You have my heart
unfettered,
It will beat with your breath,
Just pause.
Pause.

III

With a hundred thousand whispers and
The strength of the lonely
I am resting my head on your thighs
Stroking sinew through cotton
Drawing slow breath trying not
to let my heart
overtake my head
A hundred thousand silenced
loving whispers
A hundred thousand forgotten kisses
In the iron will of the lonely
Determined futures and
quieted tears
in the souls of the lonely
Timshel, in the eyes of the lonely
means more than their steel tongues
can let loose.