Anthony DiPietro Five Guys Five Nights

[BECAUSE THE WINE STORE CLOSES AT 9]


brazilian rum smells like banana. it pairs well

with grapefruit. nudging my nose

with his nose he tells my

musty shadow “you smell like a drunk

brazilian boy.” then he finds my mouth.


[BECAUSE THERE IS MORE THAN ONE KIND OF ADDICTION]


when the doorman nods, turn right

down a long panelled hallway. elevator up to 8.

the ash gray door 8M will be open slightly. dark inside

except for the flicker of candles. there you’ll find it,

flesh. and after familiar explosions the flush will fade.


[BECAUSE ISLAND LIVING GETS LONELY]


he makes me wait. in the kitchen

for oil to bubble. he cuts vegetables after

they lay all night dressed in hot citrus. he makes

me taste lime on his fingers. vast windows

wide open. no sheets on the bed. he makes me.


[BECAUSE I TOOK FOR GRANTED THE COMFORT OF A BED]


black fabric cradles my back. suspended

by chain to hooks to basement beams. my wrists bound

loosely. he whispers about where he’ll place his

weight. under my blindfold I feel where he shifts,

the mild motion of air against my forearm hair.


[BECAUSE EVEN MY BELOVED HAS A DARK SIDE]


in the club under dungeon red bulbs and the pulse

of industrial music so masc it’d make a tiger jump

and run. it fills my ears with metal. I can’t hear

his harness rivets clang against mine or the slurp of his lips

or the bathroom stall door. which slams shut behind us.


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