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Sucking dick instead of kissing

By Perry Brass

(Illustration by Rex)

Sucking dick instead of kissing—
too explosive, too urgent to get lips
on your lips—you pull me up
and thrust your tongue in my mouth
and say: “I want to drink your lips,”
while I want to suck your schlong
but you hold me close and drain my mouth,
like a bear slipping tongue into honey,

and we hold on to each other,
hardly able to stay on the couch
facing each other, and I hold your big thighs
and you stretch your long legs
around me and I feel suddenly
weak with happiness, now kissing you,
until each good thing inside me
dissolves into some revealed knowledge
of you:
leading me out on a glistening path
into darkness, where we’re alone
on moist grass, now sucking dick
instead of kissing,
and the path finally crosses
that erupts into lava, into silver
as you take me many years away
from where I started: then it’s over, too soon,

and I wait in your arms and shoulders—white, manly,
hairy like your back and chest—and you whisper,
“Say something,” and I tell you now speechless
it was good: “nice,”
and feel like I’m boring a hole in you
and nibbling here in your small apartment
on little sweets that I’ve found
in a few of your most secret pockets.

Nov. 9, 1996
Dallas, Texas, on plane back to New York 

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