THE MOURNING SON

He was a giant -

all well proportioned

with mile high ivory white teeth

that shined in the dark of

the overcast Ann Arbor night.

Those teeth blinded me

& frightened me

& excited me

& never scraped me once;

Good Man!

He was naked & haloed

in the strange light that trickled

in from the streatlamps out

in the darkness that was matched

in my silent tears.

Half clothed & half hard I

was the light that frightened

excited

but never scraped him.

It was hard for him to look into

that brightness -

that darkness eclipsed us.

The mole on his chest made

his giant body human &

believable -

vulnerable & handsome.

The look in his soft eyebrowed eyes

when he had undressed -

that look of quiet accpepted lust

that burned above his large stone

carved nose made it impossible to say no.

And when he touched me

I knew we understood each other -

Now we would experience

that knowledge first hand.

& the fists that we made -

The viololence we endured -

The penance we paid -

Was all washed away

in the ash of the morning sun.