By: Claudio Romano


Desire And Fulfillment  (for brothers William & Paul)

He lay
on his back on the bed, loins raised
muscular thighs open with knees bent
wanting what you needed to give

You kneeled
at his body, kissed his lips
inhaled the dark musk
of his rounds and flats
then coaxed his puckered knot to dilation
he guided your penis inside
slow-stroking his erotic hind-gut
you whispered it was an honor
to be close to him as you were

Without warning
the cabal of bully boys appeared
and stood there in the room
staring at you in disbelief 
before fading from view
as suddenly as they had appeared
only to be followed by the sound
of baby girl’s ridicule
which sharp tone
was followed in turn by fast-moving
multiple images of you         
walking alone on the cold city street
needing someone, anyone
to tell you why yours was rejected so
someone who understood
your good, your bad, your hurt
without asking

Anticipation flowed
through your being
as during the July afternoon
you peeped your father bathing in a wash tub
and the sultry revelation of his yang anatomy
not only sparked desire
but caused the imp in you
to gloat
before envisioning deflowering
his brown wet ass for good measure
Surveying that rude stream
of people and events parading
through your mind
you accelerated the rhythm
of your stroke
and moaned at the fleeting imagery
of the many whom you refused
who could have made a difference
for all those years
when your head and heart
resisted allying with each other

For the first time in all time
you acknowledged it was fear
that had driven you so
whereupon a sigh of mercy
escaped your lips
causing your body and soul to say Yes!
to the good feeling
of contraction in your sack
of expansion in your mind
of relaxation in your muscles
which billowing increase of pleasure
circulated you through and through
then eddied in the core
of your selfhood
one sensation of harmony
more intense, more mystical, more rapturous
than any you’d ever had

At the inevitable point
your soul got happy
and, per the force of it
you called out
your maker’s name 
knowing
you had arrived
there in the numbers

Claudio Romano