I saw you there, perpetually dreaming,
\nyour arm thrown back, resting on fur
\ndraped rocks, the day\u2019s bright rays
\nlicking your nakedness.\u00a0 Sweet Selene
\nleft you on display as if she thought
\nno one would notice you so artfully
\narrayed, so ready for any wanton
\nwoman\u2019s caress. Soft cream limbs,
\nchest raised, throat bare, I wonder
\nwhat inhabits you there and if, perhaps,
\nI could tame my own forest god as easily,
\nlay him out in the back garden, come to him
\nat night, stroke his thighs, and keep him
\nalways, my wild James Dean, soft,
\nyoung, away from chain saws,
\nclogged arteries, and the north wind\u2019s raw call.<\/p>\n
Published by: I saw you there, perpetually dreaming, your arm thrown back, resting on fur draped rocks, the day\u2019s bright rays licking your nakedness.\u00a0 Sweet Selene left you on display as if she thought no one would notice you so artfully arrayed, so ready for any wanton woman\u2019s caress. Soft cream limbs, chest raised, throat bare, I … <\/p>\n
\nApparatus Magazine<\/em>
\nFebruary 2010<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"