Homoerotic Poems is a gay poetry anthology; the poems explore male homosexual love. Certain that homoerotic poetry can have literary value, I will post my homoerotic poems here. You can browse through all of these erotic poems, even the earliest, written for readers of gay erotic poetry. Copyright is asserted. If you are not by law an adult, or if you object to erotic gay love poems or homosexual erotic literature, leave this site.
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Monday, May 15, 2017
Memoriam— Richard Dunn, Jack Forrest, Aníbal
Figueroa and all the
other victims of the plague
Now with accelerating force I feel
the world fall back and reel away from me:
Outside my window ceaselessly
the wind streams by, and every tree
spends itself terminally in leaves
that give themselves into the air
and twist away, fall down the street,
scud, stumble, scurry out of sight
under the culverts, into the night.
And all night long, beneath my dreams
the world's great, rushing rivers drain
across the continents, down the wide plains,
into the dark, dissolving sea.
All Nature gives itself away
in perpetual farewell.
Now while my body’s failing cells
detach themselves and drift away,
you separate yourself from me.
My hands, that once could keep you near,
attempt to follow, tentatively,
and lose themselves in empty air.
My eyes still seek your face, no longer there;
my ears strain after you, your voice, your feet
retreating down hospital passageways.
My heart is gone;
my thoughts no longer belong to me;
my soul has ceased to be my own;
my peace is broken, my pride pulled down.
Great is the power of Nature’s law,
that every soul and body must obey;
the writ that runs through every thing, the universal flaw;