Penis to nipple --- Perry Brass

By Perry Brass


Touch yr penis
to my nipple,

like a serpent
sucking a pear
for sweetness,

like leather
       wrapped
    around
the palm
of a hand;

Killy Stein

like the mouth open,
beseeching pleasure; finding

rain to quench headaches.
Lie with me on the sheath

of heaven, out in the fields
before the oceans, tumbling

off cliffs into the sky: sud-
den escape from necessity,
from brevity of expectation

aloneness and desolation,
like a railroad leaving

hell. You are the cock
of thunder; I, a ripped

pouch of wheat sprinkled
before your feet and ankles.
                 The teeth
are delighted by your tit

your pectoral stash
           of honey, by
your sweat and bone. We
are two lonely cowboys—
the suburban imagination
             has been

                   buggered

worse by our leaving together.
You are a horse; I, a silver

                               burr

                          in yr balls.



Jan. 29, 1991
(Written on the train back from New York to
Katonah, NY)



Perry Brass’s 19 books include fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and short stories. His work often deals with the intense, heartfelt feelings of men and women that came from his radical roots in New York’s Gay Liberation Front directly after the Stonewall Uprising. He is a founding coordinator of the Rainbow Book Fair. More info: www.perrybrass.com

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