CHILD'S PLAY

What a production -

It would make anyone blush...

The way we used to act out

those dreams of ours in

rubber pants, play pens,

frozen solid camping equipment,

& haylofts filled with golden straw.

I still remember pressing my face against

the cold charred remains of this child's first

arena & pressing backwards; taking you in.

I remember the pain & the excitement -

those cold chills & the way your breath

felt on the back of my neck.

I remember taking my turn, with my little boy

penis so hard & burning as I pressed deep inside

of you... & the way you licked me clean.

The taste of your dick - I remember that too.

The way it was a game -

Becaue WE were NOT Queers.

All these years...

All those tears...

All of our fears...

& still we are playing.

© AUGUST 27, 2000 by Jason Wright