(I seem to be finally on a roll, learning with some new confidence how
to write poems again... promise I'll only post one in two at most)
singing is my dying hope or a hope to die singing
what better way to die then in song, any song
why do cute and attractive guys pick me up in bars
why do I still wait for them to make the first moves
and lots of orgasms like porno movies, if we so wish
perhaps like multiple orgasms in the gay male brain
is there still idealists on the face of this earth
and as I desire, let me make courtly love to you
freedom and latitude ruling class children allow
and your body attracts me like no other, to be with
bodies verbs to be; that is what we seek to know
like some sort of ontology; is this what we are
you may desire at first sight but love is a question
even if so fast and so sudden, how can there be love
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