How much I wish to make love.
To drag fingers down spine and collide lips
until I make them love love love
me. How much to trace a contour until I see soul.
I have fucked around with boys and boys
have fucked me, no vice or versa — semantics
semantics semantics they’d say. Play a game
of words of: fucking, loving,
fucking around, love-making, sex sex
sex cannot make love. I tried.
Boys and I, bodies clash
and these bodies bodies they must love
each other, conflict conflict of interest.
Man boy boy in my hands he cries
then we fuck fuck fuck
and make no love no
just sensation.