CAP OFF

I almost lost my way,

I almost strayed from the dream,

from the path,

from the truth...

 

And then, out of nowhere,

as if by magic, there he was.

Kap. "Like Captain America" (with a K);

and I've got lots of pictures of him...

 

He was unexpected...

He was welcomed...

He was taken.

 

Not by me though.

 

Unless you count the ways

I imagined taking him before

I learned I was only the imagined other man.

 

And I did imagine taking him.

 

I wanted to kiss his neck,

his mouth...

wanted to be pressed against him,

naked,

together,

alone.

I wanted to taste his cock,

his ass,

the sweat on his balls.

 

I wanted the calm naked warmth of his body pressed to mine

in my nearby bedroom,

in my nearby bed,

in my nearby home.

 

I wanted to be sated and yet drink in all there was of him;

every story, secret, moment, confession.

 

I wanted to be heard while reflected in his eyes,

which I still feel on me,

while he wept, slept, crept up on me with that sweet sexy smile...

 

(I loved the shape of his teeth)

 

I ached for his flesh, and when he spoke it wasn't a distraction;

it only made me harder; it only made me want to hear more...

 

When he asked if I was single,

I thought: "Yes...Yes...I'm single, and this is why. This is the sensation I've been waiting for."

 

And when the truth of this moment,

the binding truth, that unmade these dreams,

these thoughts, these whispers...

 

When the truth was spoken and he wasn't the most singular of creations;

then I chose to leave, remembering the dream, filled with it's own honesty;

a truth shared by bodies, and minds, and gazes locked

through conversations about interest, lust, and finally, loyalty despite such desire.

 

I 'm glad I met him when I did. The sensations inspired were real,

and a kind of signal flare; a telling moment that I was not, in fact, broken.

 

And my dreams of him, my seemingly endless memory

will keep that truth alive; keeping me on this path,

that I've traversed for most of my life.

 

For all that & more,

I thank you, Kaptain.

Written By Jason Wright

MARCH 5, 2005 1:54AM

For: Jason Kaplan

Your boyfriend is very lucky to have you,

and I am very lucky to have met you.

Be Happy.

 

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