Sunday, February 15, 2009

not quite lupercalia

This, sneaking into you twice, creeping,
anointing boys you forever denied,
boys similar in height and eyes and sadnesses,
chaster boys, with cracked voices and fragile lips--

is this, maybe, love? Wanting it not for yourself,
but for them, wanting to be
their whiskey, joyful and sparkling all the way down?

1 comment:

Unknown said...

you should be able to favourite posts, because this is definitely one of my favourites.