Two Shades of Green
Hopeful soul
stands alone,
calling to fate with come-hither eyes.
Self-abandons at opening credits,
never reviews the synopsis.
Soft, unblemished, translucent skin
longs to touch what lurks in shade.
Babe in the woods sings gospel to wolves,
no hustle, no endgame, no chance.
Safety junkie exterminates
all problematic desire cells.
Gaze beyond reach,
wise beyond treasure.
Handcuffed, but not for kicks.
Most inert by morning's light,
alivest in sinuous, cryptic dreams.
Cursing a world that never slows
for an egg that declines to hatch.
My Favourite Number
Two is my preference.
Shared, yet screamingly private,
potential conspiracy.
While perhaps I could manage one more,
things bend under the weight.
I was one of a trio of teenage boys.
I told the others who I loved
and it spread throughout the school,
both able to point the finger.
Two has its drawbacks -
when I was bullied, I hated its guts -
but when we decided to change the world
and when I dared to kiss your lips,
no other number came close.
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