I
noticed it was snowing, dirty snow,
big, fat flakes drifting slowly down.
I
was not surprised, although it wasn’t cold—
such
strange things have been known
to
happen. Now I was dreaming, now
I
was dancing in the snow, head
thrown
back, arms out, hands open
to catch the flakes that floated down,
warm
and soft on my fingers
like soft,
greasy ashes. And now
we were running and screaming. . . .
Homoerotic Poems is principally a gay poetry collection; the poems explore male homosexual love. Knowing that homoerotic poetry can have literary value, I will post my homoerotic poems here. The most sensually erotic are the earliest/oldest of these erotic poems, 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, September 11, 2023
SEPTEMBER SNOW
Thursday, September 7, 2023
NIRVANA (previously “KARMA,” then “DHARMA”)
No. I will not consent to return again,
fooled by a curiosity worse than lewd,
to be sucked through a sweaty pucker into a womb,
then dropped like a collop into the same old trap again—
So many years of limping pain, frustration,
humiliation, bullying, shame—
No, not even if offered as consolation
to race naked in the returning surf, among brothers again—
to bathe, to play, to wrestle... and to love
the beautiful bodies of young men—
No. No. Desire is pain.