by Sergio Ortiz
(05/27/09)
long lonely stumble
home wondering if his train
is coming in
locker room full of birds
and chiseled, waxed chests
boleros
blow over hard
the way my hands collapse
on his waist when he walks in
the house tremulous and blue
I am missing
on his body
parting by his clothes
crushed velvet
somewhere in the room
cosmic arias
tangent of angles
sixty-nine tears
we sweat mushrooms
stems and caps
lanky night
faints over the saliva
on his nipples
shadows droop as I stretch above
the precipice on his shoulder to kiss
he leaves
glued on the lapel
of an envelope
the taste for cured olives
and pot cheese gone
The Poet's Companion - by Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux