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He has

Curly Jewish leg hair

Not like his

Straight dark hair

thin calves

but strong.

Curved buttocks

Thick, up to his smallish back

Slick 

and smooth.

Olive skin

long nose

dark hair

dark eyes and lashes

so long

so thick

luxurious and luscious and lusty.

Your middle name shall be lust

and I’ll read the spaces between your letters

and tear you with my passion.

Rise for me

as the waves rise to the moon

I’ll be your lady of the night.

My pale round curves thrust up against your dark 

straight lines

as the curved, waning moon does press against

Her nightly lover;

the rich, foreign sky.

 

You are my man

be my lover

and let us proclaim our love

as the moon and night do:

With shameless abandon.

 

Reveal to me your passion,

man with the olive skin. 

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My Friend Andi

Hey

Psst

I’ve got to let you know

I think I let you in

I think I’ll introduce-

The wonderful,

Enigmatic,

Enthusiastic,

Advantageous

Andi.

 

That’s my friend Andi.

Strongest boy I know.

And if he had a vagina, well,

we’d have a serious Womance

Noun: ‘Describing a strong and vibrant friendship between two straight women.’

 

Yep.

That’s us.

Me and Andi.

 

Different but completely the same

Through thick and thin

Through fear and blame

We’ve held each other;

Soothed fears and healed hearts

 

He still leaps

He still takes a giant step

 

Everytime someone pulls out his legs from underneath him

He

Just-

Keeps-

Swimming-

 

And if you have a question about Andi

Well I’m sure you could ask him;

But it’s be better to ask me.

 

Yep.

That’s me and Andi.

Andi and I.

My bro.

My bud.

My could-be womance.

My friend Andi.

 

Three cheers for the boy!

~LA

That Guy Over There

That guy

Over there

Silly boy asks for poems

And so I write-

You won’t expect-

 

That guy

Over there

In the corner

On the street

On the couch

On the bed

 

Don’t know him

But I will try

 

Can’t understand everything

But I will try

 

He is mine; I am his

Pure truth in statements

Some searing path in a sigh-

 

But

I

Don’t

Know

Everything

 

Search and learn and maybe let go

I will hold on with the tips of my fingers

Near or far

Far or near

Here you are

 

In the corner

On the street

On the couch

On the bed

In my heart

Nestled deep

 

He is mine

You are mine

Are is will be-

Mine?

 

~LA