Poem, 5/20

For Greg

two boys in parallel

two lanky bodies laying atop mom’s

long silver dodge caravan

roof rackless

recklessly in early spring boy love,

discovering how close bodies can be

without touching.

then, a hand, exploringly inches

towards the energy of another

man’s hand and

the first spark of skin belies the

resistance within.

yet still, there’s that thrill.