FRANKLY
When in my bedroom
he sat there,
adorable.
He sat there
in laughter,
disaster untouchable.
When he counted the movies
& then added the Wars,
When he smudged the eyeliner
all over yours...
When he asked if I knew him
& revealed who he was...
So small a world...
So few boys to love.
But the fun never left us
though we could not stay,
And blue clouds descended
to join in the fray,
On top of him there
and finally touching...
Going so slow -
each touch is like fucking.
Written By Jason Wright
JUNE 20, 2006
For Frank Lee Barcena-Turner