George Stanley Sex at 62 for Reg His head bent toward me, he demanded, "Lots of kissing, when I make love" -- I could let my mouth be devoured, I could be held -- back & forth rocking, from being held -- & his arms, his hands, all over my body, admiring its smoothness. I said, no, yours is smoother, mine is horny, scaly as a reptile -- it was in these moments of talk, a gift, a joke, the rocking stopped -- we were falling (through the bed it seemed, the drugs were wearing off), into some kind of knowledge, unspoken, this physical syntax -- I knew him, then all through the morning as we sucked & kissed & caressed that it was him, got ahead of this jerky demanding need to do sex, when it was him there was no choice, only a face, his rough chin, tousled hair -- then we sat in the Naam eating cereal, his face & neck white, & the black overcoat. The fear & the demand, to make love, are still here, but the mythology is gone -- the fear & the demand weaker, & desire weaker -- but that it is him, that is stronger, that the night lit up from inside the cab when my arm turned his not- unwilling face to me & the body answered -- he was (is) connected to the night, the city -- The cock is a torch, a fleshlight, that lights up the body & our bodies light up the night -- I can see the end through him as I kiss him goodbye at the bus stop, but the face & the words & that it is him, that shines -- What else -- oh that he was Stephen & I Leopold & the hours were also rooms -- the bar & the taxi on Hastings & the bedroom -- lighted -- moving (losing it, touching, knowing, losing it towards the mouth, mouth on mouth, the mouth warm wet, dark red the lips around, the dots of beard, the eyes that would suddenly open to see me & seductively close, deluxe, the lighted-up minutes, desire breaking through fixations, making me glad I'm old, glad they don't hold no more, letting him, body against mine, turning & turning over -- but going too fast -- doing too much too fast -- not loving the time, slower, better next time never get any closer Next |
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