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The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar

this gin-heavy heaven, blessed ground to think gay & mean we.
bless the fake id & the bouncer who knew
this need to be needed, to belong, to know how
a man taste full on vodka & free of sin. i know not which god to pray to.
i look to christ, i look to every mouth on the dance floor, i order
a whiskey coke, name it the blood of my new savior. he is just.
he begs me to dance, to marvel men with the
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of hips i brought, he deems my mouth in some stranger’s mouth necessary.
bless that man’s mouth, the song we sway sloppy to, the beat, the bridge, the length
of his hand on my thigh & back & i know not which country i am of.
i want to live on his tongue, build a home of gospel & gayety
i want to raise a city behind his teeth for all boys of choirs & closets to refuge in.
i want my new god to look at the mecca i built him & call it damn good
or maybe i’m just tipsy & free for the first time, willing to worship anything i can taste.
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alternate names for black boys

1.   smoke above the burning bush
2.   archnemesis of summer night
3.   first son of soil
4.   coal awaiting spark & wind
5.   guilty until proven dead
6.   oil heavy starlight
7.   monster until proven ghost
8.   gone
9.   phoenix who forgets to un-ash
10. going, going, gone
11. gods of shovels & black veils
12. what once passed for kindling
13. fireworks at dawn
14. brilliant, shadow hued coral
15. (I thought to leave this blank
       but who am I to name us nothing?)
16. prayer who learned to bite & sprint
17. a mother’s joy & clutched breath
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I’ve Known Him Like Forever

 

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I think I started loving him
The very day we met in high school—
Almost ten years ago,
And Ben’s still my closest friend.
We finish each other’s sentences,
Shop for clothes together,
See movies and double date.

We sit together, his girlfriend to the right,
My girlfriend to the left. And sometimes
Our legs, our thighs rest against each other,
There in the darkness where no one can notice.
I suppose I do love him, as guys love their buds.
And yeah, we hug sometimes when we meet.
I hug him again when he leaves.

Sure, he’s spent the night at my house,
As I have slept at his. But lately,
Things seem to have changed.
I’ve noticed his eyes drop to my lips when I speak.
His hugs are tighter and maybe a bit longer.
Maybe it’s all in my head, I dunno. You know?
It feels complicated, cuz I’m closer to him
Than I ever was to my brother. So the bond is strong.
And warm. And sometimes our fights can be passionate.

Two weeks ago, he totally pissed me off
And I shoved him hard. He fell onto my bed,
He seemed surprised and was looking up at me
With dark piercing eyes, and he doesn’t move,
Except he kinda lifts one knee and shifts his thighs apart.
And I swear to god, he’s more handsome than me,
For a minute, I started to get hard.
So I said, “I’m gonna get a beer. You want anything?”
And he says, “Go get your beer. I need time to think….”

And in the kitchen, I had this wild thought—
What if he’s naked when I go back?
I kept thinkin’, what do I do if he wants
Something I can’t give? Or is it me
That wants something closer from him?

Well, he wasn’t naked when I went back.
So we lay there on my bed and watched
A Yankees game on TV. We didn’t touch.
We didn’t even talk. And that’s never happened before.
Silence was just all over the room.
I even thought maybe I need to quit my job,
Move away, maybe out to San Francisco.
Then I wondered, why was I thinking San Francisco?
That’s where all the gay guys live….
How fucked up is that?

So when he left, I didn’t hug him.
And an hour later, he calls me and says,
“I think we need to talk…”
Of course I said, “Sure, anytime.”
And he says, “I’m gonna come back over.”
Now I’m sitting and waiting and my mind
Is running 100 mph and I feel scared.
What’s he gonna say? What should I say?
I mean, what if he says “Let’s first take a swim”?
Cuz sometimes we just swim nude, ya know?

Fuck. It was like I read his mind.
He walks through the door and says
“Let’s go for a swim. I’m feeling hot.”
He strips out of his jeans and tee,
And he has no underpants on, going commando,
Which he’s never done before.
I swear to god, I look and he’s got a semi.
“You coming along with me?” So yeah, I follow.
And I’m naked walking behind him
Looking at his ass. Oh, my god. I was getting’ hard.

He dives into the water, and I dive behind.
It feels like I got butterflies in my stomach, ya know?
So we swim a bit, and he starts splashing water.
And then he says, “So what are we gonna do about this?”
I say, “About what, Ben?” “About us….”
And I don’t know what to say. And then I started to cry.
He swims closer and just holds me, right there,
Naked in my pool. Right there, naked in my pool…

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Give Me My Lover

 

Give me my Lover


Give me my lover’s smile,
Teeth, lips around my neck,
Gold delicate hands bush up
Against chin, against hard nipples.

I smile to welcome desire,
Body moving, rising in the heat,
Crawl down your torso,
Mold my body to your fine shape.

Licking down to secret parts of you,
Unknotting as my steady fingers
Stroke your quivering thighs.
Slowly fingers disappear in you.

My mind focused on that flash of night,
The sighs and little cries in response–
When lightening hits the spot,
Entire trunk of tree splinters….

There is little tenderness as I enter,
Fully claim the heart’s desire,
Thrusting hard until I seed the furrow,
Plant my essence deep into your cells.

Bear me, absorb me while you sleep,
Our unhurried closeness like a boat,
Drifting out to sea, cradled by waves,
Rocking us in arms we cannot see.

 

 

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SHOW ME THE MAN WHO PINCHED YOUR ASS
for Brian

I'll go and beat 'em up for you.
Point him out to me and don't be
a chicken shit about it.
I have just the thing for guys
who like to grab the asses of real men.
He won't know what hit him when I knock
him over the head with a monkey wrench
as big as my arm.
I will throw his unconscious body
over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes
and plunge it into a chair where I will
duct tape his mouth, cover his bleeding
head with a black nickel bag until you give the word
to cut off those infamous hands.
Don't worry. Don't beat yourself up
over this shit. You handled things fine
considering the circumstances.
Leave it all to me.
I'm as loyal as a German Shepard.
He'll pay for what he's done.
I'll see to that.
I have attached battery cables
to his nipples.
I cut the brake line to his Continental.
I don't think anyone saw me.
He was foaming at the mouth when I left him this morning
locked hot and sweating in my basement like Bruce Willis
in Pulp Fiction.
Wait til you see what I do with the alcohol and razor blades.

Who does he think he is?
What's the meaning of this?
Doesn't this mother fucker know you don't get down like that?
I'll show him. I'll teach him
to keep his hands to himself.
I'll cut the bitche's balls off
and use them as earrings.
Just the thing to asentuate my eyes.
I'm gonna make him sorry he ever laid eyes on you.
Gonna teach that cocksucker a lesson.
When all is done, I'm gonna do
to him what he did to you
and so much more.

 

Shane Allison is the author of four chapbooks of poetry. "Ceiling of Mirrors" (Cynic Press), "Black Fag" (Future Tense Books), "Cock and Balls" (Feel Free Press), and "I Want to Fuck a Redneck" is forthcoming from (Scintillating Press). He's been published in Best Black Gay Erotica and has work forthcoming in Ultimate Gay Erotica 2006. He is friends with poet Jarret Keene.

 

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