LAWRENCE

Let me exhale this secret
Loosen these lips to tell you of my gay bar crush
Too Chicken shit to slip this love note 
In the windshield of your truck
My dick twitches in my jeans 
When you tell me you don't have on any underwear
When you speak of long showers
& How you have fingered your hole 
To make sure of its cleanliness
Cuz you don't know who you might meet at the bar
Make sure those legs are as soft as hand-spun 
Buttermilk for the spring pride events
Sun kissed skin for the weekend
A Superman charm hangs across your T-shirt
With Daddy inscribed 
If your ex wife could see you now here
The woman who undid you
How could your mother and father not have known
The clues you gave without giving clues
Praying the gay away over a bed
Sprawled with dick mags
Your youth spent on the things you didn't want
Do you remember the boys from Bible study
Who was your first
Mine was Brian Miller from the baseball team
Who showed me his balls snug in white shorts
Much like yours
We knew we wouldn't tell anyone
Funny the things we remember
How it all comes rushing back
Like some great tide
I know I'm too fat for you
Too black for you
Too sweet for your tastes