Seven Sonnets for a New Lover
I
I met him in the bar across the street. I'd dropped in after work to grab a beer. We nodded and I saw an empty seat. "If you don't mind, I'll park my ass right here." "It's a free country," said he with a wink. His mouth then broadened into a wide grin. "This stool beside me has your name, I think." So gallant, like a modern Errol Flynn. I got my beer, sat down, and checked him out. And then I had the barman fill his scotch. He thanked me, smiled again, and looked about, Then nonchalantly rubbed his ample crotch. So that was how we met, and very soon, I found my life had changed that afternoon.
II
He took me to a Boston Red Sox game. We yelled and screamed and gobbled chili dogs. We saw that movie starring what's-his-name. He woke me Saturdays for morning jogs. We strolled the sand along the ocean's shore. We sat in parks and fed the mourning doves. He took me to his favorite ice cream store. I read to him my poetry of love. It didn't matter where we went or when. We never cared about the wind or weather. We were each day the happiest of men If we could spend some part of it together. I never used to understand these things, But now I felt my heart had sprouted wings.
III
He put his arm around my waist and said, "Come back to my place. I want you to stay, And share my home, my life, my self, my bed. I want to see your face at each new day, And kiss your lips before I go to sleep. I want to breathe your breath and dream your dreams. I want to fuck you long and fuck you deep, And hear the urgent music of your screams. Grant me this wish and I shall be a king. Come, let us be the one our two should be. We'll have it all and never lack a thing. The happiest men this world will ever see. Please tell me that my aching heart you'll bless." I looked into his eyes and whispered, "Yes."
IV
Adventure-filled, our days were boundless joy And endless pleasure filled our sleepless nights. Devices clever that the poets employ Can not do justice to our passion heights. I could not bear to leave my lover's side And he affirmed that now his greatest fear, The thought of which he hardly could abide, Was that he'd wake and find I was not near. Each time he stuck his mantool in my hole I felt that I was truly whole indeed. We had two cocks, but just a single soul. His manjuice satisfied my every need. Did ever any two enjoy such bliss? Was there on earth a love as pure as this?
V
But fate the wise men tell us can be cruel. And so it was, that on one awful day, He packed his bag and whispered to me, "You'll Know some day why I must go away." He turned his back and headed out the door. Through tear-filled eyes, I watched him disappear And wondered if I'd see him any more. How could I live, without my lover, here? The empty house with memories was filled; The empty days, with heaviness of heart. His tender voice had brutally been stilled. I could not fathom why we were apart. And oh, the bed, that stage where passion played Was but a painful mocking masquerade.
VI
My soul was vacant, spirit destitute. I saw no purpose now in my routine. The robust wine of life was made dilute. The sight of those in love was now obscene, For why should others kiss and hug and fuck When the only true love in this world had passed? What hideous fortune brought to us such luck? Why had I still a heart, a cock, an ass, These useless vestiges of what had been? What use are eyes if not to see his face? Why have I arms if he is not within? What use my body without his embrace? Give me a ray of hope, God, show me why I should continue on, or let me die.
VII
Oh, day of days, the only day, at last! The calendar may cease diurnal change. I have no need for future or for past. For long eons of time, I'll not exchange This one, this perfect day, this holy feast, This birthday, Christmas, pride day, all in one, This day when I from death have been released. Before and after this sweet day are none. Without sunset, this day can last forever, Hovering in rich eternity. Whate'er fate has in store, it can never Take this extraordinary day from me, The day for which I prayed and hoped and yearned, The day on which my cherished love returned.