Evaporate 

He placed in someone’s arms to feel the hold
The man of oh so casual desire
Small wonder that the warmth had left him cold
And with his passion spent extinguished fire
Just affable when safely out of bed
Meandering the river idle chat
All the lies between were left unsaid
Kept small avoiding this ignoring that
If lust is the most fleeting of a push
And in evaporate leaves tacky mess
Could he in hand surpass the bird in bush
Desire it peaked no need to now undress
An afternoon that almost was to share
The river far too shallow to swim there

Advertisements

Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s