THE CHEMICAL ANGEL

For that boy relaxing calmly

draped over Denny's table counter

with those eyes

& arms

& those lofty churning lips...

That stranger falling freely

into fabled love encounter

in my eyes

& mouth

& my burning fingertips...

That image is hushed...

That icon of lust...

That classical tale of boyhood indiscretion.

That image is flaunted...

That libido is haunted...

That androgyny angel inspires erection.

© SEPTEMBER 5, 1998 By Jason Wright