"Sun bursting, as in water beads along his lower
back and inner thigh in awe-derived
from looking at a hero's body.
Aimless drift within made visible
out of squint and second sight, or gleaming eager intake
of breath, a mouth full stop short of lint, inhale, elliptic
against heft in mind, made immediate grays of finest hair.
Rise and pull of his stomach, fist grip and temples wet,
this heave of flesh hold in terms of reach and recoil,
ample bearing, hesitate, and limber-shift
enjoyed immersion, glisten.
From forehead and sideburns down the scar of his lower angle
finite, these same words over and over,
what a face notes and pleasured reference itself
a silver orbit, tiny pierce at his nipple rouse,
thumb slick inside the hollow of my mouth,
round pressed with tongue and finger.
This is oil, liquid news, suede anticipation
and too much reward, the smell of butane.
Nothing hidden, I'm outnumbered.
Every tongue in my ear struggled.
Some of them in droplets distend, swell on me--
this is volume--
rippled mummery in advance of forced, poised clutches,
deft in handle, a weightless double-take of a minute.
The imprint, my drenched face nestled in appetite
and serve it.
I make mound of here.
His mouth, a snarl, an on-rush hour
as a whole surface impelled into fuck, yes, abundance,
glow-forming."