GIVING PLEASURE


          What does this artist want?
          Is it only my firm, adolescent flesh?
          Or does he see me with child?
          His child.

          Latino men want many children;
          they wear out their women,
          planting many seasons.
          The wives lose their strength
          and they are broken.

          Their youthful spirit crushed,
          they avoid all mirrors and scales.
          They’ve given & been let down.
          No man has left his mark on my body.
          There has to be more than sex,
          but it’s all they really want.

          They love it when I moan,
          writhe, and dig my nails into their flexing muscles.
          Day after day the same quest.  They touch me,
          try to enter me and always when they leave,
          the stillness of before is quieter.
          The activity is not worth the candle.
          I’ve lost the sense of my own structure
          and I’m still young.

          Eden Roc (from Exchanging Gifts)


          At lunch sitting across from you,
          I absorb your hands, hands that colour

          in landscapes we walk, trees whose shade
          we seek for breaks during our luminous

          afternoons of exploration and discovery,
          hands at night that guide the brush

          through my hair, hands that rub oil 
          over my body on beaches you have 

          sketched, hands I want to touch me,
          this very moment, in front of everyone,

          so they will understand
          your hands go with my body.

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