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.