The Beauty of Men

There are so many
Beautiful men in the world
That I can hardly contain myself
Not to praise them all
All of them I know do not swing my way
And so it should be
For woman need have her man
Same as man to call his own.
Both enjoy the touch of skin on skin
And the heart felt joy of love to win.
Here’s to all the men
What ever side of the fence
Your garden of love grows
So many, O so many to get to behold
Some only a passing glance beheld
But of note their beauty notice.
This man of the square face,
This man of the round
This man of a manicured beard
This man bald
This man of armor hard muscles
This man’s chest feels of baby fat
Black, white, yellowish and brown,
Wide features or pointed each his own.

I have sworn off

I have sworn off
Sex with others
My drive has
Never been high
But what I miss
Is the tenderness
Of hands to smooth
The wrinkles of my fore skin.

Mama David loves a boy

Mama David loves a boy
Your baby has grown
To follow Ganymede.
Let the Gods have their choose
They take the best of the best
The ripe flesh fresh from the field.
I have put my boys away
For the Gods themselves
Nothing less to love
Always go for the source.

O my man my mate

O my man my mate
O my black brother bathed
By the love I care to give
I am yours in all I am
My skin trills to your touch
My hands long to touch
O my love how I long
To see you nude
When the Robin wakes me
When darkness veils my eyes
O my man my mate
O my black brother bathed
By the love that I give
Words fell to reveal
What my heart freely gives.

Standing solitary in yellow grief illness

I mind kiss his lips
He knows not my dark wet sorrow, my red desires
He knows not my candle in the wind moment
Slow and uneven in this raining night.
His face brightness exiled me into heterosexual state
Where I remember my own childhood cries
-faggot! -queer!
Back when summer brought shorts on bikes
And bear back view of bent backs.
Now my thoughts penetrate his clothing,
My hands would mingle through his hair,
Beneath my slight blue breath, I whisper river bank poems
Filled with deep autumn aspen leaves, wind, rain, mud and hand rubbing him clean.
Standing in my yellowish sorrow on this withering Denver street
I am sunk in night rain
To know who isn’t in his arms.
I am here to take him if he comes into my wet.
I am not the strongest of my kind
Here collecting different views of him;
Movie camera zooming in masterfully
To catch every hair’s end
Every silent touch of his tongue movement
Every new, old growth that fall from him
In this crystals rain
Every east wind blink
Every dead finger nail petal, when pressed the color of strawberry spots.
My sight sucks on him double through magnify drops
On my lashes and all is clear
All drift through, coming from and into me
My river blood is stirred
Touching every hill and valley in this creation that is me.
Only his breath is held from me
Rain keep it low
East wind keeps it far
Making his breathe flow an unfrequented spot for no return.
Within a wet foot of my face
This cold oily night neon crack
Like butterscotch candy dropped into hot coffee,
Color swirl on the surface
Of muddy concrete
Rain steam up in small drops moved by the waves of wind
Rain steams off hot surface of street lights, it brighten city cars
A painted face slides away.
Barely visible is he, pieces scattered in a sign blink.
I stand erect in chill
Ready to travel home
To flood my way alone
And he is before me
Having skipped water to reach me
Asking me to ferry him home
Yet I have no boat but words
Do I dare to poetize his beauty?
Up close, his lips are as ripe as sweet pea pods
And as red as pomegranate seeds
I look away
He is amused and I feel that we are traces in wet world with living them.
I allow his amusement to be my resource;
Inquiring into his winds and storms
He laugh
I look down at myself
He stop and with both hands touches
I am rewarded when he kiss spectacle for any watching.
His sweet pea lips have warmth behind them
His camera eyes have a steel shrapnel spark,
His touch is gentle thunder.
He is real with past affairs, fears,
He has played the actor.
I want to get to know him
To enter into the room that he is
To sleep with him without Thornwood under our pillows
To enter and if his river be frost wine
I will be steam tweezers
Blood blister rushing into his story
Removing frost that all flow;
Like the name of his father, mother
And the look of strangers whom have boiled him.
I make comments, speak of his dew down
On imperial phoenix,
On his home and its color,
On dust scent darken behind summer sandals.
We reach my room, I offer rice, beans and poetry;
Delicious eye food removed from the icebox for small talk.
He dries himself and strip to pose in my wicker chair
Asking my gazing eyes
For more then a bath robe
My only, made of Korea red silk.
I see in him night long
And day long our song with sweet sweat falls.
I see sorrow one shade into blue and buried learned ways
I see chill beside warmth with a greenish hue.
Height-long in sweat
We lay erect, breathe locked
His face brightness is now mine
I am becoming stronger with my kind.

Standing solitary in yellow grief illness

Standing solitary in yellow grief illness
I mind kiss his lips
He knows not my dark wet sorrow, my red desires
He knows not my candle in the wind moment
Slow and uneven in this raining night.
His face brightness exiled me into heterosexual state
Where I remember my own childhood cries
-faggot! -queer!
Back when summer brought shorts on bikes
And bear back view of bent backs.
Now my thoughts penetrate his clothing,
My hands would mingle through his hair,
Beneath my slight blue breath, I whisper river bank poems
Filled with deep autumn aspen leaves, wind, rain, mud and hand rubbing him clean.
Standing in my yellowish sorrow on this withering Denver street
I am sunk in night rain
To know who isn’t in his arms.
I am here to take him if he comes into my wet.
I am not the strongest of my kind
Here collecting different views of him;
Movie camera zooming in masterfully
To catch every hair’s end
Every silent touch of his tongue movement
Every new, old growth that fall from him
In this crystals rain
Every east wind blink
Every dead finger nail petal, when pressed the color of strawberry spots.
My sight sucks on him double through magnify drops
On my lashes and all is clear
All drift through, coming from and into me
My river blood is stirred
Touching every hill and valley in this creation that is me.
Only his breath is held from me
Rain keep it low
East wind keeps it far
Making his breathe flow an unfrequented spot for no return.
Within a wet foot of my face
This cold oily night neon crack
Like butterscotch candy dropped into hot coffee,
Color swirl on the surface
Of muddy concrete
Rain steam up in small drops moved by the waves of wind
Rain steams off hot surface of street lights, it brighten city cars
A painted face slides away.
Barely visible is he, pieces scattered in a sign blink.
I stand erect in chill
Ready to travel home
To flood my way alone
And he is before me
Having skipped water to reach me
Asking me to ferry him home
Yet I have no boat but words
Do I dare to poetize his beauty?
Up close, his lips are as ripe as sweet pea pods
And as red as pomegranate seeds
I look away
He is amused and I feel that we are traces in wet world with living them.
I allow his amusement to be my resource;
Inquiring into his winds and storms
He laugh
I look down at myself
He stop and with both hands touches
I am rewarded when he kiss spectacle for any watching.
His sweet pea lips have warmth behind them
His camera eyes have a steel shrapnel spark,
His touch is gentle thunder.
He is real with past affairs, fears,
He has played the actor.
I want to get to know him
To enter into the room that he is
To sleep with him without Thornwood under our pillows
To enter and if his river be frost wine
I will be steam tweezers
Blood blister rushing into his story
Removing frost that all flow;
Like the name of his father, mother
And the look of strangers whom have boiled him.
I make comments, speak of his dew down
On imperial phoenix,
On his home and its color,
On dust scent darken behind summer sandals.
We reach my room, I offer rice, beans and poetry;
Delicious eye food removed from the icebox for small talk.
He dries himself and strip to pose in my wicker chair
Asking my gazing eyes
For more then a bath robe
My only, made of Korea red silk.
I see in him night long
And day long our song with sweet sweat falls.
I see sorrow one shade into blue and buried learned ways
I see chill beside warmth with a greenish hue.
Height-long in sweat
We lay erect, breathe locked
His face brightness is now mine
I am becoming stronger with my kind.

Male warriors are not afraid

Male warriors are not afraid to
Stand on the front line
And cry out toward victory
When no one has their backs.
They do not care what the
Public will say, they keep
To the fight ever ready
To strike a blow with
Sword, words or
Red dress and a wig.

O My Man

O my man
By your breath
Am I bathed
Your black breath
Save in its sway

What Does It Mean

What does it mean
To be black in Americus?
What does it mean
To be gay in Americus?
And what is the mixing of the two,
Does it means to me and you

You, Dark As The Night That Hides You

You, dark as the night that hides you
Walking down the deserted street
In north St. Louis, are you going to meet a lover?
You with your broad nose and wide lips
Fit for a secret kiss
What hands rub your hips under the cover of darkness?
What hands caress your skin and gives rise to your dark sex?
Surly nature made you for the love of man to man together
O dearest black youth the archangel
Await your return to sleep to look upon your with loving kindness though the night
Looking over you and your dreams of the beauty of other men
I the poet praise your sable beauty ass if for the first time
I have seen and am struck dumb to see such beauty as thee
You are voluptuous as an erotic dream of high art, so much so that
My pen fails in its incessancy to capture even a part of your beauty
O dearest black youth I am drunk on the sight of you
And for a moment I am held tight in sensuous sight
As if bless to be given such joy to behold the likes of you
I as poet with full experience of this manly art of love to see you give you all my praises your due
The wind carries your perfume and I am intoxicated by your musk
By the sensual delight of the sight of your body
In the uninhibited night, you have loosen my tongue to give praise and by praise woo to catch the very beauty of you

The Glass Before Me Does Betray

The glass before me does betray
That once I was of a younger grace
By now my grace is all of age
That in my younger age I should had birth
A mirror face
But it was not so, for no woman could hold
The manly desires that foretold a manly love bold
The face in the glass tells me that I did as I was born to do
That I did follow nature’s rules
And sort out the musk of my desires
There is no regret for I have loved the best
Of my time, all caught in rhymes of respect
Yet still, me think that part of me was selfish
Not to birth a face that shows the grace of me
But given half the change I would be true and do it all again.

It Was Some 30 years hence

It was some 30 years hence
That I was struck by Cupid’s arrow
Toward a youth less five years my age
A red headed youth of fair skin and hazel eyes
Who to me his love of fire gave freely
So strong were our desires that to this day
When I think of him I stroke the fires
And my memories come on strong as if it was yesterday.

What In Her Is Smooth And Tamed

What in her is smooth and tamed
That can not destine what is sane?
The girl that spent her babyhood as a boy
And loved the play of girlish toys
Has taken the operation to correct
The confusion of nature’s mess
Nature is never cruel in who she choose
To mix the sexes never at rest
But even she is not precise
The sex of a baby is a roll of the dice
It is man who seeks to set our sex in stone
While to ourselves we own
The bold belief that our sex is wrong
Nearly true is a boy a boy
And a girl is a girl for all time
For there are those who straddle the line
And such a thing is nature’s design

A Black Man

A black man
Dark chocolate skin, or more
The color of dark grains in walnut.
Long legs and a tight
Round high booty ass
A stranger to me
Nameless with his red Cardinal base ball cap
And tight blue jeans and a blue shirt
A uniform of sort.
Walks through the alley
Humming a tune to himself.
I take in his dark beauty.
There are so many dark beautiful men in the world
To fantasize about and he is one
So many strangers to get to know
Even for a while
If or not he swings my way
I say hello
He responds in kind
Say, can I talk to you for a while?
Sure, what’s up brother?
I was wondering if you want a blow job.
He is taken back
It shows in his face.
No. That’s not me
He goes his way
And I wait for a hit
Ten minute later he returns from the way he went
Say man, is that offer still open?
Did you think about it?
Yell, You want to do this?
Sure I’m gain.
Once inside the house he gives me a kiss
It’s a game that men play.
You never know until you ask
Who is willing to swing your way.

Absolute and Voluptuous

Absolute and voluptuous
Is his dark love that journey
Beneath my brown skin
His hands full of flesh and sense
And sexual sweat smelling
Of the ancient history of our race
He is a man’s man in the secret
Of his skin splendid and spacious
Fit for an affair of the heart
Fit for a night of love making that longs to be fulfilled.
The love he makes is silent and exquisite
With a touch of goodness fortune that follow
The artistic motion of his body
Dignified and prime as not to be soon forgotten.
Where his love is concern, consider a barbarous sin
How can we who love, love the church
That condemn the fragrance that linger
Like incense on the wind?
Take me I say to him
I give all that I am
Let your love be a poem on my lips
My body is ready to long remember
The tender touch of your loving lips
That cress the curves of my hips
Such love be not denied or despaired upon
For God love the true lover and holds them in his arms.

Baby Can I Be Your Man

Baby can I be your man
I say baby can I be your man
Cause you’re the best thing that I have ever had

Baby lie down by my side
I say baby lie down by my side
I got a little somethin’ that I want you to ride

Baby come hold my hand
I say baby come hold my hand
I want the world to see that I’m your only man

Baby can I be your man
I say baby can I be your man
Cause you’re the best thing that I have ever had

I Done Lost My Man

I’ve done lost my man
And I’m feelin’ so sad
Say I done lost my man
And I’m feelin’ so sad
I didn’t know the good thing I had.

He left behind his store brought hair
And that see through red dress that he use to ware
I say he left behind his store brought hair
And that see through red dress that he use to ware
Left behind as keep sake of how much he really cared.

I’ve done lost my man
And I am feelin’ some kind-a broken hearted sadness
I’ve done lost my man
And I am feelin’ some kind-a broken hearted sadness
I didn’t know the good thing that I had as harbor of my gladness

My St. Louis man done done me wrong
Leaving me in St. Louis alone
My St. Louis man done done me wrong
He took his love clear across town
He done took everything da I own

I’m gonna get me a new St. Louis man
For to ease my weary soul
I say that I’m gonna get me a new St. Louis man
For to ease my weary soul
Gonna get me a little something as brown as Mississippi lignite coal.

The Trinity

My second book of poetry is out and can be had for $10.00 plus $1.50 postage from me at


Trinity
David E. Patton
4556 Whichta Ave,
St. Louis, MO
63110

I Aint Use To Calling You Bitch

I aint use to calling you bitch
But you want to hear it from me.
Many men have done you wrong
But baby I’m a modern made man of
An old fashion wonder as a prelude to sex.

Lady woman, my penis is a pen
That writes your name in sperms
And these lost sons caught in the tip of a rubber
Are all ways ready to swim toward the
Egg of tomorrow.

You want me to call you bitch
But it’s a bullet that I can not spend
I will not war with you with words or hands.

Ballad of Tarquino

My love, my love where did you go
Tarquino
The cold winds of lost love did blow
Tarquino
You left me beneath a blanket of snow
Now my memories are filling with woes
Tarquino
And by my memories am I held low
Tarquino

Well do I remember when I held your form
Tarquino
Well do I remember how sweet and warm
Tarquino
To be wrap in your arms against the storm
That called our love deform
Tarquino
When in fact our love is of God’s norm
Tarquino


Then you was my man to my heart born
Tarquino
And with true love was we adorn
Tarquino
But our love by time finally torn
Sweet love torn as if by the Jerusalem thorn
Tarquino
To love no more I have sworn
Tarquino

Time have not heal the wounds love lost made
Tarquino
Lost love linger in me it dose not fade
Tarquino
Love lost memories must be paid
Memory itself is like a shade
Tarquino
None took heed and came to my aid
Tarquino

Bitter is my memory of love labor lost
Tarquino
From my heart it must be tossed
Tarquino
Till all bitterness is paid its cost
For new love itself will defrost
Tarquino
The bitterness I have come to doubt and with happier thoughts embossed
Tarquino

The happy memories that I do hold
Tarquino
Are fading fast as I grow old
Tarquino
But I well remember that our love was bold
A love lived by many but gone untold
Tarquino
Memory itself by time will be cajoled
Tarquino

I Want To Loose Myself

I want to loose myself from myself
To get lost in your notion of me
To ware your scent on my hands
To feel your body heat packed beneath our bed sheets
You give me the strength to find in love a rime
For your love of me is a measure of time a measure true and fair
So let me loose myself where you can find
That I measure our love as divine
An angel once told me that I would find a love that’s true
And true to his words his prophecy is fulfilled
By your precept are my woes vanished
By your grace have I found joy
You can find me in your heart as wrapped in your arms.

When it Was It Was When

When it was it was when
I fought the love of healthy men
Healthy in body and spirit too
With such a love I knew not what to do
All my lust linger like old snow
Heaped in the shadows of what I know
I am a simple man who can harvest
The love of my most dearest
In the field of hidden love hard by the plow
When the first leaves break upon the bough
My hands are dirty with the causations of love
My heart is scared with what was sent from above
I am one who dare to make known
The love of men in poetic song

It Was The Last Thing That I Wanted To Do

It was the last thing that I wanted to do
To do the day as if it was a man in need of sex
It was the last thing that I wanted to do
To do the woman as if she was a man
It was the last thing that I wanted to do
To do the child as if it was a man
It was the last thing that I wanted to do
To do the dog as if it was a man
It was the last thing that I wanted to do
To do the silver maple as if it was an individual
It was the last thing that I wanted to do
To do the sun as if it was a God
It was the last thing that I wanted to do
To do the moon as if it had its own light
It was the last thing that I wanted to do
To do the stars as if they have life.

The Last Love

The last time love slapped me then wrapped me in its arms
I was about to cum, but there was none to hum the sensual delight of taunt flesh tight and dark beyond the tan of lighter men

The last time love pushed me over the edge I was repeating what I thought that I heard about two being one in the heat caught beneath the bed spread where the stain in the sheet looked like the continent of Africa

The last time love ran me down I was playing the down low in full drag with my prick in a splinter made of two twigs from an old fruitless mulberry tree had popped its nut in a cry of hallelujah

The last time love in me found a safe harbor to propagate its meaning I was caught sucking the tail end of a bum on the run for the rape of his son

The last time that love demanded money for its service done I had to rob the bank of my heart to pay the price of one night of joy

The last time that love held hostage my desires I sold my sperms to the highest biter who demanded that I cum in a jar in a tiny room full of hairless Asian boys playing with their interracial toys

The last time that love disrobed me I was a shame of my own nudity, it frightens me to be so bare with my graying pubic hair course and the dark rough tone of my skin

The last time love made me a prisoner my escape was betrayed by a kiss and a kiss did steal the breath from my lips and a kiss did wound the giving nature of my hands

The last time that love tried to school me I was dumb founded by its lessons of the common love for the common good fought for by the priest that molest the boy doing Gods business in the church of the profaned heart.

Sweet Cupid

When the human flower is in full bloom by the body
And mutual love dies too soon of its warmth
Do not shoot your arrow at the savage moon that knows not the witness of love.
Do not drain the sun in mid noon of the earth’s turning.
You are the maker of love that loom
O Cupid, sweet Cupid
Compulsory comrade of young maids and rosy cheeks boys
See that misfortune not betray your lovers such as me.
The circumstances of your arrow
Shall conclude the shut up heart that waits your blow.
Let poets speak of your art for truly they know how fast a love can be spent in the busyness of the modern day.
In sovereign of lovely lust that last a lingering measure
Else silence be the cup from which we dare to drink
There-in lie the measure of our luck to be struck by your arrow.
Compatriot of all support teach us to love beyond war for
The soul of man in love compel the angles to sing
And their public amendment dose ring to proceed
The confederacy of men that love each other sweet.
The angels have drained my breast out of jalousies
Where your young arrow found its healing rest.
I have surveyed the fallen lovers surveyed them all
Befriend the weakest of them with a smile
While the strongest of then made me a sport
No sympathy by chouse makes up their choir
Of cries and laughter when starry heaven was first born,
Before the pick and selling of men’s souls,
Before the resurrection that knows
That Christ was of your lovely bow.
O Cupid shoots me again that I may win
One who waits in the darkness that the heart holds,
That I may be bold against the cold that linger in the soul when love is the stranger who refuse to knock at the fleshy door.
To long have I been alone in my melancholy disposition, no stranger to the temperament of the poet who can not suffer in sullen silent but is compel to pen of the wondrous working of your bow
O Cupid hunt in the hollow of my heart, wound me with love for all that goes about unknown in the shadow of their secrets.

Into My House

Into my house
A thief made his home
He stole my heart
That was the measure of his art.

I Am Not the Fairest of Creatures

I am not the fairest of creatures, but never a mind to me dose it matter,
And as you see I am aged around the edges.
Some think me to dark to know male love
As if by the tone of skin you can tell such
Well, being as I am I have not far to fall from beauty’s high and crowd toward a pleasing form, muscle bound or ripe with the last of his baby’s fat,
Such young men fill my dreams
But they are all fanciful thing held over from a once youthful mind half remembered as the years when I was firm and fit in young skin wide-eyed with youth and full of a pleasing form I caught the glances of many men but gave myself to only one; a light haired youth named Tarquinio.
We met in the ranks of men; the Army.
We marched side-by-side in arm and in private hand in hand my fair man and me.
O, those were private times to keep our love under cover but known to each other and trusted friends of like appetite.
Take you heed, the flesh will age in its time so love you just as well the mind for all will fall out of form,
Still there will be those who toward will throw their love at you for like to like is the way of the world, even in matters of love.

Paul at the Swimming-hole

Naked and untamed, beneath the eddying water of the swimming-hole under the overhanging Wild-plum he was swimming for the joy of being nude. Suddenly he unloosed the artillery of his crisp voice that seems too reechoed with the booming that proclaimed the breaking of silent.
“David, David, join me!”
I sat on the bank snipping twigs and throwing them into the dark water, content to watch his wonderful brown body moving through the early evening where the sounds of hidden birds surged down to us.
He was matchless in his freedom even in the jungle of the city wherein all manner of human beasts and birds that makes up the voice of the city is a distraction to me.
He was sure that I was in love by the way that in the past he paraded his roasted coco brown body before me, a love that was emerging with dignity, with no unnecessary commotion to wash over us, a love so gently, so contently as the word queer spoken to myself but, my love is like a flower pressed between the pages of an old Bible and kept for ornamental purposes until it crumbled and have to be thrown away. I tend to spread my love around as the fragrance of the May apple and violet and the wild-plum. No man has of yet been able to hold my heart.
He came dripping with water out of the swimming-hole smelling of the spirit of the garden that creep into a boy’s heart.I watch him take his shirt and dry himself between the leg where the water fron the lake driped from the foreskin of his penis Standing nude before me he was safe, very safe and he knew it in the slender form of his body. He knew it by the ripe experiences of pass men. He spread his shirt on the ground beside me and sat down
“You want to fool around?” he asked
“I don’t give my love to straight men you guys don’t have the mind set to appreciate the experience”
“Bull-shit!” was his reply
“You want my meat; I can read it in your eyes”
“The desires of my eyes are free but it is with the heart that you must pay to play.” I picked up a twig and broke it in two then threw them both into the pool where the ripple spread out across the greenish grim of the water.
“Get dress before I do something that I will surely regret.”

The Fifteen Men On A Dead Men's Chest

The fifteen men on a Dead Man’s chest
Have all gone drunk on rum
They pair together to come
Leaving all coupled but one
Poor one man with no one to pop your nut
When you come to shore you shall have your luck
But for now you must
Take your meat in hand and beat
Until the time that we shall meet in the secret
Shadows of the street
O odd man out I know that in the middle of the sea
You find yourself alone so far from home
Think of me and I’ll be there
And we can have a gay old time.

Ah, My Boy

Ah my boy, last night I dreamt of Allen Ginsburg
In bed with a blond hair young boy who wrote poem on his forehead
The old and the young in the same warmth of the bed.
His gray beard was full of butterflies and fingers
And the smooth young skin of the boy was full of rime
He had red pubis hair, he had green eyes, and he twisted his young smooth legs around the fat belly of the old poet who delighted at the touch of young flesh.
Outside the day was still dark with the melted snow and ice floating on a thin river of water.
The young boy was full of soft power
His skin was sweet on the old poets tongue.
They wrestle in the bed and the boy won
The poet cupped the boy’s balls in his hand and said
‘This is the sweetest of poem”

In The Deep Reaches Of The Heart

In the deep reaches of the heart
There is found the love of men.
Did I say that I love you?
Did you say it to me?
Speaking by the numbers
Coloring outside of the lines
Of the church is our way.
We are mavericks,
We are the future of the past.
Open your mind to the
Sensation hampering down
The laws that deny us our kind of love,
That is bone and blood
Beneath the skin of our secret places.
I am your for all time
As long as that is to live by.
To love by the mystery of the moon’s light
We will never keep our love a secret
But proclaim it to the world
Man by man, woman by woman
Till all know the possibility of love
God given and blessed by the holy act.
Did I say that I love you?
Did you say it to me?
It is not a thing soon forgotten
In the heat of passion
Many things are said
That we forget after.

Yes My Love

Yes, my love that has overgrown my flesh
Do thou fare the claims of love such as your, that gain points with me?
I give thee faith, hope, and charity fit to obtain the promise of love’s mercy.
I have felt the rod of love’s treasure filling me up with its knowledge
Listen to me then, you who occupy me with deep designs
I am lost in the wilderness of the loveless without thee
For thou has magnified my needs and won renown with me
It is the warm darkness of thy skin that has caught me up
Frustration has not marked our love under the sun
For when we stand in its presence it pour out with a rush the blessing of the Lord, the Holy spirit of love, the thrill and the glory that can not sin against nature when she have given us our taste.
Our love is the author of all beauty and its power
Exercise all wonderment for all times
It has done marvelous things for the unity that we share and it care to be a love of victory against those who decry the nature of our manly love
And now our victory won we summon love’s dignity to be our shield of one voice, one valor of men that love
Almighty and merciful love from whom thy faithful receive grace to render thee due and laudable service to praise you
Grant, we pray thee, that we may not stumble along the way without mercy as our guide to rule the day
Our own flesh and blood vanquish the shameful defeat of those who will not grant us what all men need
Our love trod upon the necks of the high born rightous who think that our love is sinful for the measure of our sex as if to love that matter to make us as the rest
Still we call upon the name of our love we serve
Never a day but our eyes shall be watching, our hearts attentive to the desires that pour over us and our conscience is not afraid to aid us for ever more toward a love that dair to speak its name

The Divinty Of Love

From a humble soul; an obedient will to love’s call
Let me win renown for the strength of it.
My heart waits in readiness for the love that will feed my soul.
May I accept the good fortune of what has been given?
I remember the marvelous acts that love afford me, and do besiege its will to find a home in me.
Our love is a temple built of it, wherein we are made one under its roof.
Such power as love ages cannot diminish.
Peace and spirituous health are our to enjoy under love.
We poets shall never cease crying aloud, day and night, praising the name of love that will not withhold its counsel from us who are faithful to do love’s merciful bidding.
Glory be to the love of lovers righteous by its own power, righteous by the throne that tower high above us.
May all the full majesty of it ransom for us the eager fruits of its divine work.
Love is holy in its loving-kindness.
May we forever be at it side, establishing for ever its full dynasty.
Love, we are thy servant, and to thy servant born. We come with open arms to welcome thee into our lives for nothing is more sacred to the soul then to be filled with God given love.

The Love We Share

The love we share is a sanctuary where we beseech the Lord to look after us.
It is a great and wondrous love sent from above.
Glory be to our love that has no rival in heaven or earth.
The angels love not half as we, with the encouragement of our love
Lord, we pray thee, let thy abundant gracious inspiration prompt our love to do right in thoughts and deeds.
Shall righteous action remain with us.
Shall it eternally dwell in us and protect us in love
Ever with the arms of thy might both day and night.
Be our love, frame my alliance that to my love my words be true and fitting.
As the rich man’s wealth is his stronghold, and the poor man’s need his peril. So too are we rich in love to win forever a fresh life in the home of the heart.
Our love holds an even course and for my state of life let my love of you stay ever true toward one who loves me so, for our is the victory of the heart
For we are brethren in the cause of the art of male’s love.
Whence, then dose this love comes to us?
True to its discernment to be found
This man to man love is no secret to be hidden
It shines bright with the light of day.
As sure as God reads the heart, shall we never part.
My love’s charms has won my favor, won my alliance
It have rid me of the yoke of sadness and won me grace
I acknowledge no other lover but he who is mine
He who gives salvation not ill and vain illusion
He dose make a passage for me through the wilderness of the heart
Deeply we take our repose to teach other the meaning of true love
True to our skin color that should count itself bless that we can feel so as we do as not to leave our will undone, here in our love we honor
Our love of happiness is done anew by the very sight of you
Fair the fare, the claim of truth in the likes of you who deck yourself in the glory of love
You show all your splendor to my heart and I am undone
By the force of your dark beauty, my eyes melt with joy for you who give ear and listen to my praise.
Our love is blessed by the one same God of heaven.
blessed be the love of man my man loved.

May His Will Be Done

May his will be done
Now by his girded loin
Brave heart be ready against
The white washed morn
He is my only one, of my make
In skin and object of his love to take
He takes me away by his sensuous desires
That long to be touched and so win there within.
Lover man, framed among men,
Beauty struck, in born lust it is my luck
that you should make me your man.
Can I if I wish to spy out your love
As if it is sent from above and from above
As the love of man to Gods and mothers to fathers
I will go down, I will go down till I’m drawn
In the sex that can not vex but at best and in deed
Makes love our only creed, in deed I am blessed
For my heart to see that there is a man to fulfill my needs.
Without your love I am not free, so do you not to leave me to the darksome and lonesome breed for it would turn back the hands of time and there in will I find that I am in decline
You are my man and with you I will be strong that by our love I do no wrong, as wrong done by men with their tongue and by their hands.
Do thou O love know what I mean, can you see into the haart of me, caught within this rime
It is done all for thee, be you too agree and understand that one such as me who love did find and did not leave me behind, for to live without love is a crime that makes the soul blind.
In measure numbers the sand on the shore
Of ocean could not match my love for thee
A love that keep to the motion of the notion
That there is someone for everyone and
To be proud that I have found my own
I am in awl at thou beauty, at the
Measure of thou form that such as you should be born
And make your way into the art of my heart.
Men to men love has no wife in life still its right
As bright light shining in the night, it guides two who love has made one.
The theme of this poem is to praise and raise up the two who in love are liken to one
You and me together let us pray to all the Gods that be, no matter how odd that they carry a rod to strike the unbelievers and to trod upon.
By me may your will be done under both moon and sun
For all times to come may you and I in love be one.

In The Mist Of The Crowd I Saw Him

In the mist of the crowd I saw him
He must had been in his late twenties
He put me to mind of an African mask;
Bold features of the sort found in such things.
He had the body that delight sculptors
And make them weep at such beauty to see and have for their model
With him was another man who was nearly as fair, like attack like
His beauty put me to mind of Cavafy’s
Mirror in the Hall, I as poet is that mirror
That looks upon such flawless beauty glimpsed in the crowd.

I Am A Dirty Old Man

I am a dirty old man
Who would had thought it
That I would turn out to be a dirty old man
I love then young 19, 20, 21
I suck till there seem that there is no more to come
Then I go on with the habit of my tongue
We dirty old men should get together and form a union full of poets to pen the day long to song of young flesh still holding the last of its baby fat
Pen poems and songs to beguile the wild passion of the young
I am old but wild like the weed
I am detainment to be in the smallest places
I squeeze in between the cracks
I am a dirty old man bent on teaching the young
The way of the flesh and how to catch a nut
Falling from the acorn tree
See me on the streets being dirty with my soul to bear, being old and odd standing out against the conformity of the common erect in their walking as if there is no pleasure in it
Poems come and pen the union of dirty old men’s creed
We love them young and wild and sweet to the taste of a soul that knows
The dirty old men’s revolt of teaching sex to the young will come and go and come again
We bring what our years have learned of wisdom
They a mouth to feed the eager skin willing to earn the musk of sex
So dirty old men unite to do the common good

Black Man Black Man

Black man black man
What is the color of your skin
Is your hair bushes or thin
What kind of sex do you let in
What’s the sex you hope to win
What church do you defend
Black man high yellow or dirty red
What is the secret of your bed
What God do you keep safe in your head
What sex is the body under your bedspread
Do you like white or corn bread
Are you low or highbred
Are you a coke or pothead
Is the knowledge of your sex widespread
Are you purebred and well read
What sex smolder in your hotbed
What sex is your Godhead
Who recline upon your daybed
Do you love the smell of foreskin
Dose it bring you to a wide grin
Do you consider all black folks your kin
What sex do you trade in
What send you into a tail spin
Black man
Do you follow the Koran
Do you tan black man
To whom are you akin
Is it the tribe of the buckskin
Is your skin thick or thin
Hard as iron or soft as tin
Black man can you let me in
It is your heart that I hope to win

I Am A Man Who Has Set Himself Apart

I am a man who has set himself apart
From the love of sex that the body long for
I denied myself that signals joy
The flesh to flesh, the touch to the touch of legs about my hips, hands about my chest, lips about my prick that throb in the rhythm of a sucking
I remember it all from my younger memory when I stood erect and proud to proclaim that I was gay and sane against all the enemies that came to brow beat me in the name of a hurtful God whose Son kept the company of men.The Gods are not to blame for what man do and say in their names we are giving free reign to proclaim still I remember the flesh that have long forgotten the touch of mine there is something divine in men’s love something that seeps deep into the soul and transcend the heat of the flesh something apart of the holiness that permeate something as simple as a touch in the secret spot kept for boys and same sex men to founder to cress to whisper soft prayers upon a smooth hairless chest.
Then why am I so set, having taken my rest from such sweet flesh of man to man sex?Even I can not tell from what well of self doubt of loneliness my sadness springs but I have taken to sing my songs of one along

Absolute and Voluptuous

Absolute and voluptuous
Is his dark love that journey
Beneath my brown skin
His hand full of flesh the essences
Of my scent and sexual sweat smelling
Of the ancient history of our race
He is a man’s man in the secret
Of his skin splendid and spaciously
Fit for an affair of the heart fit for
A night of love making that long to be fulfilled
The love that he makes is silent and exquisite
With its touch of good fortune that follow
The artistic motion of his body
Dignified and prime as not to be soon forgotten
Where our loving is considered a barbarous sin
How can we who love each other love the church
That condemns the fragrance of our love that linger like incense on the slight wind?
Take me , I say to him my body will long remember the tender touch the loving lips
That caresses the curves of my hips
Such beauty should not be denied or despised
God love the lover even the love of men to men.

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When A Swelling Redundancy

When a swelling redundancy by the wise one in love tell the wisdom that walks in the darken streets how to get alone
Wisdom wisely worldly with the power that would pass the long days in the skin of your black love that long to know the flesh of black youths with their baby virtues that woo the bitter fruit with a great maxium kept the motion of a love that dear to speak its name on the lips of the young
This sweet sweat cocked in the shadow-color love concert that adore the black on black love broken by the desire for a whiter love caught in flying word from deep within the regularity of the understood coming out of the closet
Untangling our hair from the hangers
When we as lovers say ‘I love you’ we are shining a light on our truth as it concern you the spoken to
When we steer on the dark ocean of your love we sail into the unfurled flag that is blown by the acceptable situation of the intolerable tongue tied possibility.

When It Comes To Sex

I.

When it comes to sex
You are a blue collar worker
With dirt in the finger nails of your love making.
The musk of sex sweat from our pores as we wrestle in love,
jockeying for position a show of power then submissions.
Our sweat is a mixture that is nectar to the angels longing for it,
They can have it in exchange for keeping our secrets, keeping what we wish to hide from ourselves, secrets whispered beneath the breath that carries a nervous laughter.

II.
Our touch can be remembered when the loneliness come in a weak hour, when we have forgotten what it means to be in love to be hot caught in the sexual act of the imagination.
In that place where love waits
I go in search of the warm spot, the hottest part of your body,
The moist hidden snuggled within your faded jeans.
Your embracement never cease to excite me.
Your touch soothes my inner fire and we are caught up in the burning of desires as the angels watch wanting to take our love making apart, to savor its moment of two body caught in flesh that sweat to their delight.
They hover above inhaling the heat and vapor of our now smoldering love and all concern are fulfilled by the dying light of the yellow moon.

Sometime I Think That This Love of Men

Sometime I think that this love of men
Is a hopeless joy that can not birth a name sake boy
Then I have only to look at you
To touch and know that it is true

Hail Lovely Man

Hail lovely man
From the depth of my heart
I give all that I can
Even tho your hair is grey
None like you love in your way
You set my soul to flame
But to you it is only a game

On The Streets You Never Know Who You Are Going To Meet

On the streets you never know who you are going to meet,
Save for the hustlers that I past day by day,
Hustling their asses to who ever may come.
One boy, dark of skin gets in with a white man,
They negotiates the price to be paid and go their way.
Business is the same be it summer or winter
The customer isn’t always the same but there are the regulars willing to pay.
One boy tells me that he can size up a john in a second
That sometime he goes by the mate of car
He tells me that he doesn’t like kissing smoker
But he got to do what he got to do
That there is nothing to be a shame of
That it’s a living just like any nine to five
Sometime for fuckin’ sure the hours are better
Sometime the money is good, sometime not,
You do what you gotta do to get by.
He wears a black leather jacket and faded blue jeans
He’s boyish in look and says that it serves him well
He tells me that he got the goods, if I know what he means.

In His Warmth Caught Between The Sheets

In his warmth caught between the sheets
I can smell his scent, a combination of almonds and oranges
His skin is as soft as a ripe avocado
His color as the skin of the seed, as cooked pinto beans
I am a bit sad that he is not after my heart
But take comfort that there will be other like his and I
Yet each one to come shall have their own looks, their own wants and needs to be fulfilled
If only for a night, if only under the cover of darkness.
All that I know of him is filtered thru alcohol and the loud music at the club, sweet talk and the movement of his sexual deeds.
It started with us sizing each other up against the crowd of the bar patrons
Was it the way that he moved on the dance floor that caught me up?
Was it his physique in tight worn blue jeans and a white tank top, or the way that he smiled when talking to a friend?
Such questions doesn’t matter know that all is said and done but the sleeping side by side inhaling the warmth of the other
Come morning he will be leaving; going back to the mix of the city
We wanted no more of each other then what was given if we shall see each other in the clubs we shall smile and go our way
Under the sheets his scent is sweet, his body heat caught for a moment

I Love You Like Cleaning Pot

I love you like the art of cleaning pot
Separating out the stems and seeds the bitterness that gives me a head ache.
I love you like the art of having sex
Warm and damp on the back of your strength.
I love you simply said it dose not resonate
With loves intoxicating force of fountain
Its violent shadows and silence
I love you because you are the only one to be you
Ripped and arched in your needs and wants.
Making your way in your time on earth in your wisdom hard learned you have chosen me an unknown poet in whom you believe that my words simmer to be heard by the strong and meek.
You are my memories of love with your extraordinary solemnly withdrawn self from time to time.
I love you like the voice of Louis Armstrong
Full of femoral feeling with his breath caught in his trumpet.
I love you and my love is a crack in my vision of myself, a happy happen stance that happen years ago.
I love you like a cradle full of dirt with its earthy, muddy puddle where the sparrows drink.
I love you as the art of feeling a tear roll down my face, it’s a small river seeking its form as our love must; two wounded in love as one.
I love you like only a black man can; in brotherhood we make the stand for one another.
I love you like the art of rolling a joint
The smell and taste of roaches pressed between my fingers rolled but just loose enough to let the wind of our breath enter
I love you Tarquinio, the very music of your name, love found when we were in the army of youth of love it still stands now that we are in the old of love.
I love you, high words spoken toward the luminous forbidden apple in an age of plenty, what these words reflect is the thinness but busily meaning of words being their selves. What become of words when they are worn out? They are burred in book fit for your loving.
I love you struck by the anger of angels in their luckily lives looking over the lullabies of our sleep.
I love you like the language of water, its wet profusion, its wildness and wandering over the face of earth.
I love you like sudden glances, you caught by my sight secretly seen the something about that catches me up, that I go gently over the jagged rocks of who I pretend to be.
I love you like the stone of the moon, often seen looking sadly down upon earth, what a punishment it was given but to watch us live out our lives beneath its reflected glowing in the present day by day dissolving life.
My love for you is a debt in the pocket of your heart you keep it as a safe keep, some time take it out and go fingering it against a spend.

You Are The Answer To My Last Prayer

You are the answer to my last prayer
That I have kept caught in the cupped palm of my hands.
With the wind at your back a sparrow
That lives on Wichita St. is singing good-by
To the lost wind that once, just once, caressed you with its hands of encrusted bitter blood
And go whispering in the however and none-the-less hollow of your ears.
It is only your memories that I am stealing because
In a dream I told you which way to go and reluctancely you went and found the intersecting path where the origin of consciousness and the hallucination of birds meet.
You are the alpha male in my apartment where you used your strength against an unbeknown voice preaching the holy ghost of the know forgotten fight of angels that raged on the tip of a pin,
But I can see that you are weightlessly wrong
With your cover of lion’s skin stretched over your needs and wants that you keep in the pockets of your heart.
Without you I have nothing to do with your saints and sinners who are your only friends.
With your hands on my arm
I can feel the artificial tan of your serpent swarming skin
Dreaming like a rusted razor blade across my throat.
My mother never told me about men like you
Only because she never knew in the tiny rooms of her only knowing that the likes of you in a shadow room can be told about.
When the sun goes down you are a hard one to figure out
The self that you keep for nights outing can not tell time
Because saints put an angel in every one of your dreams.
The night comes on like a Leonard Cohen song
Wishing you well in the Chelsea Hotel where
You wrote you name on my dick
As if it’s something that you own
This is my last song coming on in a flash of pure destruction
I have learned to weep for the end in a sentimental key
You have got to love the way that I sing like Bob Dylan’s
Buckets of rain, never mind that it’s not the same.
My bones are the story of me not you.
Over the sea the gulls are on their own
In finding dry land in which to root and raise their young you tell me.
The sum of your longing is spent on the angels that will look after man when they can; if they find the time away from their eternal merriment in the heaven of men’s visions where they keep their stronghold.
You are the last sin that I have committed against an all knowing God that stands behind you.
One by one you have discovered the last wisdom that the sleeping head keep to itself when time have done all its telling; when the last telling is all told.
You can hear the freight train from where I stay
In its blow there is the quietness held down in the pine tree’s dispatch where there is a whisper about the milk spilled on the surface of the ocean.
I can not tell you even one truth that will keep you from falling into a funk of disuse.
I leave you on your own where time is told by the gesture of your terrifying heart that have forgotten how to weep for yourself when your body is in need of spilling its own water on the fire of an inner need.
You were my last lover; the last to discover that I will fight with the angels with words that come on a discarded breath and fall heavy with meaning like shards of glass that sparkle like a surgical needle sewing the voluminous wounds of sexual misbehavior.
You are the last dream of the night that sneak away into the darkness of my head when the sun’s light full of innocence spread its vapor over the streetlight’s hum.
You are an island unto yourself surrounded by islands unto their selves that connect in a spoken hello passed between strangers.
Only the poets can help you, you have forgotten how to look toward their wisdom now collecting dust in books that are clothed in the skin of words telling you where the angels and muses have retrieved to gather their breathe and sharpen their tongues on the right hand of Gods where the noxious evidence of power struggle to keep man in his place among the living creatures of earth keeping their arguments about the fertility of dirt close at hand

Behold, Thy Are Fair My Love

Behold, thy are fair my love.
Thy are fair with thy eyes the color of brown bark,
With the naps of thy hair lovely to behold.
Thy teeth are a flock of sea gulls
That sail over the deepest seas.
Thy lips like purple kenta cloth,
They are ripe for kissing.
Thy neck is like the baobab.
Thy nibbles are full as those of a new mother.
Your cheeks are like the ridges of Ras Dashen.
All night until the break of day
Shall we love each other.
Thou are fair my lover
With Thy broad nose as the Grand Canyon.
Come with me into my bed where we shall
Love each other as none have done before.
Thou hast ravished my heart, my love,
Come to me as a lion to the African night.
Thou have ravished my heart, my lover, my brother in the life.
I am ravished by thy hands full of my flesh.
Thy lips, O my lover, drop down honey and milk.
Under thy tongue and the smell of thy skin
Is full of the scent of matting.
I am ravished by thy black beauty set before me
As a table set for feasting for my soul.
There is none as beautiful as you in the whole wide world where there are many beautiful men.
You are to me as the affect of the Ayahuasca; the vine of the soul cooked with the Chacuruna, and I can see into the world of Gods.
I shall put no other lover before thee, for you are my all, my strength and my rod that I lean upon in times of need.
I shall call upon no other then you to deliver me into the hands of a righteous love that dare to speak its name for all the world to hear and I shall sing of our love to the high heaven and the angels shall come to echo my songs of love.
Thou fruit is sweet to my taste and it nourishes me to my hearts content, ya, thou rod comfort me
Thou are my man’s man, thou are all my longings and my want of loving, and thou love is the guiding light that leaves me not into the valley of temptation.
Let none come to stand between us for I shall strike them down with the force of our love, I shall rout them from town to town.
No greater love has one man for another then what I bear for you.

You Sho Do Treat Me Good Baby

You sho do treat me good baby
Treat me good mow that I’m gone
I say you sho do treat me good baby
So good now that I’m gone

I remember when I was around baby
You ran me right into the ground

Now I passed away four days ago baby
And now looking from my heavenly home
I see you crying at my funeral baby
Crying like life done done you wrong

O girl, you’re just to demn good to me baby
Too, too good now that I’m gone
If’n I was back down there with you baby
You would be kicking- kicking me all over town.

All my friends I see there baby
Partying hardy at my wake
And you won’t touch a lick of liquor baby
Say you suffering a hard heart ache


O you are just to damn good to me baby
To damn good now that I am gone
If’n I had somebody as good as you baby
You know that I never would have gone and die at all.

Sitting In The Sun I Am To Spent To Fight

Sitting in the sun
I am to spent to fight
Please give me your second wind
I need your strength for today
I won’t make you cry out why
So please give me your second wind
Baby its all that I can do
To give the last of my desires to you
I can feel for you when you forget to
So take into your heart my last stand
It’s the price that I will pay to win the heart of you
I know that I am just enough man to fall at your feet
You have seen them come and you have seen them go
All creature of the heart when your love flowed
To the weakest among us you did bestow just enough to keep the fight in play
And this smallest part I know
Your sun lit strength that fed and halt
The bleeding from the biting fight
Tell me what of me is there still to give but
The will that makes the angels sing
Of pretty little things that earth holds in its ring
Around the yearly sun when love seem to be gone
For you the battle is never done
For fighting is your strength in arms
And I have yet to learn your strategy
Too often it seems a foreign thing fit only for the angels
Playing at war like kids in the city of their youthfulness
Please give me your second wind
To endure what I must
For I am all but spent in my pursuit of you

The Snow Is Old From Its Fresh Falling

The snow is old from its fresh falling, snow queen.
It’s in retreat from the center against the wonder of the melting sun working its magic from so far away.
I hope that you are not waiting for me
In this season I easily catch a heart ache
And there is always a man to it.
He gets to choose the take of the tide where love blows.
Give me your laughter and I will play with it
Till it runs dry of the time that it holds.
I am in the last of the white out.
My papa died a wild live
Both hands full like eyes on a cracked door.
All dear white boys save a kiss for me.
I have tasted you thin top lips
And sharp nose rubbing against the broadness of mine.
Stay your slow pale beauty smelling like a bucket of snow.
Loving you have gotten to be real and cold the wind dose goes.
Forgive me if I seem a little tensed but your cold heart has burnt me before, but that was a long place off.
The angels around us are wrapped in salt
Because I have put off all my grieves
And I have learned to weep when water is called for.

Here Is My Pain

Here is my Pain
Stolen from a thug in the life
Honor among thieves
Is not a rare thing
But I was paying him back
For stealing from the hands of my heart
What I would not freely give.
He stole from me and I likewise
We both are thieves of the same cut.
Thefts of heart and lust.
Two peas in a pod ready for the pot.
My love was never free
For manly love have its cost.
I found him poor of spirit
He could not pay even if he wished
Which he did not.
The last I saw of him we shared a joint.
He said that he had to leave town
Until some situation cooled down.
So here is my pain half insane
To think of his body bare,
His reddish brown skin,
His dread locked hair,
His wide wild nose
And plumb purple lips.
His deep set eyes behind which he hide
A door that even tenderness could not unlock.
I miss him eventho what I gave I half got.

What Is It To Him

What is it to him
This yellow face boy that waits for the bus
But to spend his youthful joy
In the deepness of his heart?
What unjust judge fathered
His desires to be a man
Before his youth is spent on
The edge of age’s sharp decline?
In his heart he holds it true
His own beauty that look the look
Of one that is seen on TV or in a magazine.
Dose he know that even his boyish ways
Is the only requirement of his youth.
Past he dose not consider,
Past, a long lost desire
He keep next to the man
Next, to what that inspire.
Bliss it was to the dawning
Bliss to be found passing fair.
His will is strong to survive
The dissolute, damned, palsied and slained
Youth that dies by hands as young as his.
His look can inspire hardship in the valley of a soul
Of the old that covered his youthful glow
Still bashful and fair he goes
Dreaming of being a man
In the youthfulness of his skin.
O lovely yellow faced boy
O darling dimple and fair
The birds shall make a nest of your hair
When the wind can no longer bear
To cut you with age’s white-haired wintry air.
With youthful flair you bear all that the winds unfold.
You are youth against the cold of age that wage
Its life to behold the slow growing that shall overtake you in 40 years or so, this is foretold by one who knows.
Your tropic youth is for the saints
Who plaint before the altar of your age.
Enjoy what nature gave for by nature it shall fade.
Yellow face boy I praise not your youth for it is a common thing but the look you took from your mother and father and of it your own was made.
You are a joy to me to see in the passing of my days.
The bus comes and take him away into the noise of the city wet with rain.

Where'er I Rove

Where’er I rove
Something blissful and dear upon my ship
Far from the lips I love
Love to the lips I am near
Wooing the undoing with wreathed flowers.
Through sunlight wheeling
For hours and hours.
I can not breach the promise
As truth so swift pursues
The unrest of courtesy that renews
The courtship in wedlock’s wake.
In the air about our love to take
The way a ship in the ocean floats midst the water
Time doubly so is the motion
Like an orient pearl fished up from the bottom
You are my new lover.
I as masterless man
Court the magic of the necessary that is born into my bones
That may become alive
In the heart of the heart of as a man I thrive
To be much alive
Speaking words of endurance,
Of comfort availed not,
Their shapes are quaint to rot.
As little words can strike
So grave in their wrongs
They stoop down serene
Such are the wordy things
That weeps and strain,
Willy, charming things
They know not what they do.
I have retired for darkness has settled;
Prostrated sick to be observed alone.
In a great sea I roam toward love
And found new delights with heaven in his eyes.
And the word is new against my will, still
The virtue of him excels the precious wish
That can ascend to the ministering angel,
An angel in need of human comfort.
He who trust himself can still know hazard
Of what mighty ills that betray the lover’s cause
And laid at last it all
And laid at last the old destructive vows.
Fishing for a love that love itself
I go full force for the fall
And love myself as I love all
But I find it an ill fit that can recall
The falling forward toward the cause.
I am a man among men
To do as I do toward my love of you
I am a fisherman of the blue to renew
The love that now-a-day dare to speak
Its name in the mouths of youth
A far cry from my time in that skin, when
I and others had to hide; now love blooms in the sunlight
For what is held tightly right toward the doing of men’s hands.
Fish for me and we shall stand on the deck of love afloat
Boat me into your heart for we are fishing in the same water.
We are kin in our love of men, in and again
To win the lips of love upon our faces,
To spill our seeds against the making of a new life
Other may call it a waste because woman doses not take
But natures made and make no waste of flesh and bones
And together some men belong.
Fish for me and you shall catch a man after your own heart.

Came Below In My Hollow

Came below in my hollow
A bronze pleasure of strange beauty,
An invisible soul with gothic eyes
Once properly reserve for woman.
Within his sculptured color lines
Music raise to deeper height, and something
Of unheard design cries out.
All portions equal to shame a supreme thing
He ask of me, should I be subordinate?

The Adventure of Mr. Penis. One

Mr. Penis was out walking when he came across a young man fishing in the river of hope.
“What are you fishing to catch?” ask Mr. Penis
“I am fishing for the hope of finding a wife that we can have mad sex” said the young man. “I am the best fisher in all the land. I can fish for you but you must do something for me” Mr. Penis said, and the young man agreed and asks “What can a poor fisher man like myself do for you?” “You can have sex with me” said Mr. Penis and they did. When they were done Mr. Penis kissed him and fished in the river of hope until he caught a big fat hope for the young man. Mr. Penis went on his way until he came across a man hunting in the woods of dreams. “What dreams are you hunting for?” Mr. Penis asked him. “I am hunting for the dream of finding a soul mate” the man said. “I am the best hunter in all the land” said Mr. Penis then he added “I can find that dream for you but first you must do something for me” The man agreed and ask “What is it that I can do for you?” “You can have sex with me” Mr. Penis said, and they did. When they were done Mr. Penis kissed him and hunted in the woods of dreams until he caught the biggest dream in the woods, he gave it to the man and went on his way. By now the sun was going down. Mr. Penis walked until he came across a man picking cotton in his yard. “Soon the sun will be gone. I can help you to pick your cotton but first you must do something for me” Mr. Penis said “I can use your help but I am a simple man with nothing but cotton and yams, what can I do for you?” the man asked. “You can have sex with me” said Mr. Penis and the man agreed. When they were done Mr. Penis kissed him and helped the man to pick all the cotton in his feild. When they were done the sun was gone and Mr. Penis who had a wonderful walk decided to head back home.

For One Froward Fair Man

For one forward fair man
Who gives what your secret sex desire
His longing lot is manly made for you
Gentle in his manner
He do bold things in a quite way.
His sex still strike awe
In the coward’s dare affronts.
‘Tis a man that seduces us
By him are we taught
The way of the flesh

For One Forward Fair Man

For one forward fair man
Who gives what your secret sex desire
His longing lot is manly made for you
Gentle in his manner
He do bold things in a quite way.
His sex still strike awe
In the coward’s dare affronts.
‘Tis a man that seduces us
By him are we taught
The way of the flesh

For One Forward Fair Man

For one forward fair man
Who gives what your secret sex desire
His longing lot is manly made for you
Gentle in his manner
He do bold things in a quite way.
His sex still strike awe
In the coward’s dare affronts.
‘Tis a man that seduces us
By him are we taught
The way of the flesh

He Speak Poniards

He speak poniards
His breath is a terrible storm
There is no living near it
Even to the north star.

My Love For You Waits Upon Your Beacon Call

My love for you waits upon your beacon call
To be fore filled in the hour of your greatest need.
Your dark skin have lit the way that I must see
Toward the coming in of two hearts as one in God’s mercy.
You are my brother, my lover, my friend, my confidant
As brothers in arm we take to the fight that we must fight till all see that our love is born into our hearts and bones.
Together we remain strong against those who will use the words of men to descry a horror at our love.
You come to me with open arms and heart
To receive the God given love you need
And I give gladly what is given in return to me.
Let not Leviticus 20:13 get you down
It was written in ignorance of God’s mercy when man was cruel upon the earth and wished to impose their will upon the will of God.
Come to me my lover I will be your main stay, your rock, your shelter against the storm and intolerant
In a world that courts hate against its fellow men
I will be your champion, your warrior and I will sing your praise to the high heaven of our love that dear to speak its name.

I Just want To Feed You To Death

I just want to feed you to death
In fore filling all of your needs
That a righteous lover should do.
Fill you up until you bust open
In a pop of satisfaction for the love I give.
Ready to be filled again and again.
I am bless in the light of your love,
Let it shine upon me evermore.

Come, My Man

Come, my man
My life, my dear
You are a far better part,
Pure as silver with your triumphs of hopes
Referring to the second coming.
Sleepy-soul man wake
My time is filled with your loving.
I have unlatched my heart for you.
My life, my man who never a moment held
Your heart from the pleasures I bring
To be forever undone and done again.
Why question if our love follows God’s laws?
My fairest, my espouse, heaven’s last best gift
Our state can serve beyond our flesh.
I give you honor, dear-brought matchless
Among many, I bring you honor
In every moment that tie us together
As if we are the only couple to love each other.
My life, my man, I proclaim it everywhere I can
While binding nature hold us fast.
I have known many in this world but
None known can compare to what you offer.
My life, my man, take my hand.

Man Boobs, Man Boobs

Man boobs, man boobs
Good to suck on too.
Hairless or a forest of hair
Let me run my fingers there.
Your skin is a midnight affair
Into which I can get loss.
In sex with men what is the cost,
That we should count without a doubt?
Hair that grows upon your chin,
Hair in the crack of your butt,
Hair my love it shall win,
Finding hair my greatest luck.

You Must Be Descended From The Funj People

You must be descended from the Funj people
With your dark strength and stately grace
Your warrior stance betray the legacy
Of a noble race.
The pride upon your face, you ware it well
As to take my breath away.
The sheen of your skin, the tightness of your muscles.
The broad noise and wide, full lips,
Your manner of speech all portray
That the blood in your veins
Is as old as the river Nile
In its ceaseless running in the homeland .
You are a man among men
Who in your proud boastful dance
Follow the drum beat, ancient as
The pumping of blood in the human chest.
I seem a lesser man to lie beside you,
But you are my strength, my stay, my lover,
My brother in arms against the fight that we
Must face day by day.

By The Time That I Knew That I Loved You

By the time that I knew that I loved you
Your heavy hands was full of my flesh
Your eyes was weeping sex
Your arms held my heart like a bird in its nest.
By the time that I knew that I loved you
The sun light was caressing the west
The roots of your tree trunk legs was fully rooted in my breast
Your loving longing was carved into my fore head
The scent of your body was clothed with my sweat.
By the time that I knew that I loved you
Your dark dick was already wet
My hands was firmly full of your chest
Your hair was the plumb pillow of my rest.
By the time that I knew that I loved you
My noble nose was full of your breath
My teeth was full of your pubis hairs
The music of your vivid voice was as flamen's flesh
By the time that I knew that I loved you
Your similar smile was my ready refuge
Your inner ear was my voice’s steps
And for all of this in love I wept.

A Black Man

A black man
Dark chocolate skin, or more
The color of dark grains in walnut.
Long legs and a tight
Round high booty ass
A stranger to me
Nameless with his red Cardinal base ball cap
And tight blue jeans and a blue shirt
A uniform of sort.
Walks through the alley
Humming a tune to himself.
I take in his dark beauty.
There are so many dark beautiful men in the world
To fantasize about and he is one
So many strangers to get to know
Even for a while
If or not he swings my way
I say hello
He responds in kind
Say, can I talk to you for a while?
Sure, what’s up brother?
I was wondering if you want a blow job.
He is taken back
It shows in his face.
No. That’s not me
He goes his way
And I wait for a hit
Ten minute later he returns from the way he went
Say man, is that offer still open?
Did you think about it?
Yell, You want to do this?
Sure I’m gain.
Once inside the house he gives me a kiss
It’s a game that men play.
You never know until you ask
Who is willing to swing your way.

Love Dead To The Mind

Love dead to the mind
Dies in the heart
At it own speed
Wilted from the top
It leaves its roots
Veins through out the heart
Far to deep for reaching
Without tearing the ground apart.

Today There Is No Love That I Keenly Know

Today there is no love that I keenly know
Other then the lovable love of mother to son,
Brother to brother, sister and other kin.
I am along without the love for manly men,
Thought there are many who would love me
If only I gave them half a change, but I
Keep myself sexually pure, for sex
I take my dick in hand and think of him
Who I will imagine will come in.
I bear no shame for this appreciative action
For I am long lusty in my thorough thoughts of him
And fill my fancy well to imagine
His tight muscular muscles under darb dark skin,
His broad lips, wide nose and strong chin,
His deep set bright brown eyes, his
High cheek bones and voice
That is like a song to my ears.
I met such a man while coming out of the café
We stood face to face at the doorway
And my eyes drunk his beauty in
As he stepped aside to let me pass.
We gave each other a passing smile
Then went our separate way.
He will never know that I feel blessed
For the moment that I beheld his beauty

Today I Caught Myself Thinking Of Him

Today I caught myself thinking of him.
Always thinking of him in my spare time
His skin color is butterscotch tinted with brown
Close cropped hair and baggy clothe
On his young slender frame
Maybe if I write him a poem
It would exocide him from me.
He’s apart of my sexual fantasies;
To have his body naked in my hands
And let my large lips smooth
The wrinkles of his foreskin

My Dark Skined Black Man

My dark skinned black man
Will make his way around my heart.
A home away from home
His slippers beside the bed
Of my shelter against
An unknown cold wind to blow.
In my warmth he knows
That for it he loves a double strength
To deal with life’s cares.

He Was Young

He was young
Well hung
Sort of high strung
But O what a tongue
He flung
In the underbrush.

Trip Out West

I'm takeing a break from writing as I hit the road. I dont drive so I'm thaking Greyhound from St. Louis to Denver. I love the road. If you are in the neighborhood and want to hear me read here is where I'll be reading. Aug 18th at the Evergreen Art Center at 7:00 pm. in Evergreen CO. Aug. 21ft at the Laughting Goat in Boulder Co. at 8:00 pm. And on Aug. 20th at the Glovinsky Gallery of Contemporary Art in Denver at 2:00 pm So come out and see me if you can.

He Was Made Of Hard Muscles

He was made of hard muscles
From up head to tip toe
With skin as dark as strong coffee,
With a tender heart
That withal wish to know
All the secrets of my making
And in the night I told him so.

I Imageined Him As Beautiful In Black And White

I imagined him as beautiful in black and white as
A Sevres seventeen year old Ricky Nelson
As so much so as 21 jump street Johnny Depp.
A sweet manly look of slight puff lips from Ricky
And slow long limbs that will not do me wrong.
In a fancy lightly turn
Theses two mildness male and white beauty
Force a footed May of leaves and flowers
From a sweeter hour.
Last season’s dry dead leaves
Under foot, with this their beauty brings
Even though they seem dissembler things
But beauty is when spring unlock
With key of heat and light.
These men by beauteous eyes
Have seen comfort come to a flower garden.

For Larry

Did I tell you
That while we were
Shooting pool
A guy came over
And asked me for your name
He said that you were beautiful
So Christ like with your blond hair
And holey faded jeans
I told him that you were a phosphor
who emmit light when excited
So he shouldn't bother to try to under you.

Among The Small Talk

Among the small talk, the song on the jukebox
and a high cloud of cigarette smoke
Swirling in the neon's glow
She stands at the ping ball machine
And shots from the hips.
A tail of hair at her neck shifts
With each thrust of her body
Racking up points as if fallen conquests.
She holds the machine as if its
An animal in need of taming.
A set of keys on a chain jiggle at her hips.
She pivot on her toes
And slam the ball up.
When the ball slips through the flippers
She brings her hand down hard onto the glass
As the machine rolls up number after number
In an ecstasy of flashing lights and beeps
Then she let it go gently
And take a satisfying drink from her bottle of beer

My Fair One

My fair one
Let us swear
To a love known
By the few.
Man to man love
Me unto you.

He Have Spent Eight Years

He have spent eight years
Extracting sunbeams from his eyes
To rub them all over his face.
He ware a kind of star lit grace
Within the darkness of his sable ways.

With Perfect Joy

With perfect joy he took the lip stick
He taken from his sister
For his own lips to ware
And the falsey with double stick tape
He put in with gentle care.
A pair of yellow high heel shoes
And a black wig for his head.
A yellow top and black leather skirt
Finished out the outfit.
He checked himself in the mirror and found himself fair
But he dare not go outside anywhere.
He enjoyed the moment of his transformation
As he went about his daily duty cleaning the house.
But made a point to change before his sister came
Home from school
He packed the outfit with wig deep within his closet.

A Bear Back Boyhood At Play

A bear back boyhood at play
On the streets of St. Louis.
In time with his youth
He must pay all the passing.
In his bright eyes
And sable skin
Tight over boyhood muscles
He run and jumps and shoots
The ball into the hoop.
In its release is the dream
Of a career in the league,
But for now as twilight
Steals upon him with its dimming light
And reviling of the lights of moon and stars
It is all about playing freely the game alone.
From the park bench I watch him
With all of my age just before my eyes
I fight against myself not to
Think of my own boyhood play.
With a sweaty chest that catches the moon light and
Shirt around sweaty neck and ball under arm
He heads home and I am left alone
With a yellowish crescent moon.

Poem For Rickey Williams

Rickey Willams, 28 years old, a black gay man last week jumped the 230 feet from the Golden Gate Bridge. He will be sorely miss for the strength that he showed in his short life. We have lost a brother in the fight. Rest In Peace.


When a black gay brother takes his life,
It reverberates to the bones beneath our dark flash.
When a bold black brother gives up the ghost,
We are haunted and in our daily lives,
We are given pause to think of our own worth.
Brothers! Know that you are needed
That you are wanted by a rachis race in need
We are the bent back bone of amerce Americus.
You are not alone in the fight within the fight
Your dark manly strength is our spiritual shield.
You are the shelter in which we seek safety and refuge
When our brothers and sisters descry horror
At the tempting tenderness of our longing love.
It is to you that we turn and in turn gather strength.
It is the sustenance of your heart and hands that sustains us.
With out you with your blazon black strength we lose
The sexual fight that we must fight to win our place
In this bold and boastful race

Thus th'o't, an' then drink deep
Of da wisdom o' da memories o' hands
That knows tenderness toward nig
It iz uh giving knowable knowledge dat scores
The curious chine curves o' da backside,
The strenuous strength o' uh chin,
The broad spree spread o' uh nose,
And da fullness o' dark darb lips ta take in.
It dose not take much much as ta know
That nig ta nig love gives uh glow
That can light da world wiff its fire.
So why dose some brothers disdain
And page us foul insidious names
Are we's not all in da figured fight
For what iz true an' rightly right?
Ya' know what I'm sayin'?

Thus Think, And Then Drink

Thus think, and then drink deep
Of the wisdom of the memories of hands
That knows tenderness toward man
It is a giving knowable knowledge that scores
The curious chine curves of the backside,
The strenuous strength of a chin,
The broad spree spread of a nose,
And the fullness of dark darb lips to take in.
It dose not take much much as to know
That man to man love gives a glow
That can light the world with its fire.
So why dose some brothers disdain
And call us foul insidious names
Are we not all in the figured fight
For what is true and rightly right?

Your Fresh Breathing

Your fresh breathing
Softly heard in my near ear.
There is a mystery in your sleeping,
A happy one to behold.
The blanket’s folds over your dark body
Keep your warmth beneath it.
You are mid-night black
And in that is a pleasing.
Just hours ago you was fondling your body
About mine and we made love,
A sacred thing to behold.
Men can be rough in the sack
And also tender with their hands
Full of a willing body.
I smell your warmth
And it is a black flower
To those who know the hour
That it grows.
Tomorrow in this fair country
You shall go your way and I mine.
We may pass and speak briefly in the clubs
But for now as you lie softly sleeping.
Now to me you are the inherence of the world.

My Black Brown Brothers, Love Me

My black brown brothers, love me
As I long to proudly love you.
We can be brotherly bound together
By this bonafide bold love that
Now a-days dare to speak its name
In the streets on this special day.
Black to black men we bare no shame
Tho we may keep a causal caution range
Against those brothers who will call us names .
Still we keep our attendant tender hands and words
Whispered warmly into the mid night ear,
All held closely to our hardy hearts.
We shall with delight let daylight know
What secluded secrets that night told
About body to body that boldly hold each other.
We shall not keenly keep our love a secret.
We shall let the whole wide world know
And in prim pride by doing so
Do we give strict strength to our younger younker brothers
To know that they are not alone.

Black man
I admit
You’re not
As old
As weather
But old
Enough to know
Than even
Sex has a soul.



SOMETIME I THINK IT'S A SHAME

Sometimes I think it’s a shame
That we all can’t be of the darkest of skin
But back in the day
There was some fooling around
Going on between the races.
You brothers of a lighter hue
I do not hold you to blame
For about it there is
Nothing that you can do.
But glory!, glory! The darkest of skin
You have endure from the birth of man
Till yesterday.
My dark brother, to you sulute.

I Find In Him A Pleasing Cock

I find in him a pleasing cock
That I can make hard as a rock
When he come to me full of desire
With his dark sable skin that I admire.

In The Air

In the air
His perfume
In the wine glasses
The blushing moon.

I Am The First Man

I am the first man
Why do you do me wrong?
Listen to my song, it shall not be long.
I am the man from which all men sprung.
I am the first to come down from the tree.
My mother is the Goddess of mankind.
My father is the God of man.
I am the Adam, lover to Eve.
I filled the earth with me.
I am the man who taught man to pray to a single God.
I came from the jungle of Africa
And I walked the desert deep
Where I was darken by the sun
I am the man stolen from abroad.
I am the farmer who built this country
I am he who first love a man
Then took a woman to wife.
When I was held in chains
From England to Americus.

What Is Your Ceaseless Secret Desire

What is your ceaseless secret desire?
What is kept decently deep within?
What is it that blurrily burns like a fire?
Beneath your ceylon sable skin?
It is my longing love for you
That I seizure secretly keep
Thou I dare nought not to pursue
That you may make me weep
Weep you not, weep you not now my love
For love for toward union you I share
And this truing true love from above
Is all that I whispered wish to bear.
You love me deemed deeply my own true love
Love me deep withstand within
This man to manly man love of
Is made stronger because we are friends

It Is Not Enought That You Have A Cock

It is not enough that you have a cock
For it is your mind and dark body I seek
With this none shall come between
Will you be my man and understand
That we must battle both blacks and white
For what in my man my man what is right?
It is not only gods that comprehend
What we are born to defend
Against the gods they throw at us to sin us apart
But it is too late for I have tasted your seeds
And found it in my throat sweet enough
To make me sing your dark praises.
Brothers, we are to the battle born
To take each other into our arms
And kiss the knowing kiss of men in love.

Pregnamcy Is Walking Torough

Pregnancy is walking through
High school now
Cocked legs and
Cock cocks too
Condom, you say
They will get them
When their need them
But boys that young
Are day dreaming
Of being men
And have just begun
To experiment with skin.

Rude Boy Be You Wise

Rude boy be you wise
Cause you’re riding for a fall
Stealing and a killing gonna get you caught
You are bound to be found out
So rude boy be you wise
This much to you I can advise
You can’t keep on stealin’ and a killin’
Some day you got to pay the price
For right will in the end be right
So rude boy be you wise
Cause you’re ridein’ for a fall
Stealin’ and a killin’ gonna get you caught.

Your Name Hangs Henceforth

Your name hangs henceforth on my tolerable tongue
And I wish it said that in my life I have won
Your true blue truism love for all time to come.
Do not let me be understandingly or not undone
And let our loving-kindness love become a bead man’s beacon
For those boldly born toward our pastiness pasting
And in them let new love ever be blooming
Fill earth with its ligature light
For we know that our kind of love is right

A Love Poem For Tarquinio

I’ve no money to buy you
This or that gift of love,
A handful of flowers out of season
A winter coat, this climate needed
A pair of socks, a needle
And spool of thread
Yet this gift I bring
Brought not with money
But barter’s trade.
Second by second in breath
Is payment due
Tick by tick
Paid toward full
I bring you what’s
Left of my youth.

Hunter Army Airfield

Evening moving over Savannah
Wood light pole, aircraft hangar built in 1942
And the distant forest’s edge are
Silhouetted against light and dark orange
Is giving way to a pale purple
then a dull ash blue in the east
The rain have stopped
Threat of being struck by lighting
Fascinate you
Our green fatigues dry in
A clear water beaded plastic bag..
We roll on our square of this three miles field
This wet concrete floor that
Picks up the sky in spotted pools.
I’m aware of our smallness in all
This flat space and worried about the lighting
You smile assuring me
You whisper “go with the flow, with the flow.”

In Such An Age As This

In such an age as this
When some of us take
Caution against the careless
Tongue that caresses
The unnamed prick,
Where bush queen to
Their cock press passion
Give reckless abandon
In the spruce shadow thick
Night of Cheesman Park
Where the headlights of roaming cars
Hunt the dark for boys and men alike
Alight as I and Whitman
In ways more then our art
And you too Lanston.
In such an age as this
Some of my brothers grown bone thin
With this disease that conquered their
Bodies and the passion of their friends,
In such an age the black bird still
Flys; a spot of night in daylight,
Squirrels waken from their
Tress-top sleep look down upon
Hands that grope and lips that mold
Themselves to another’s tongue.
In such an age in light casted across
The street or in moonlight
I see zipper that sparkle under
Low hanging branches of trees
I hear twigs crack,
Last season’s leaves crumple
And pine cones accidentally kicked
I hear a low and soft moans.
At this moment should I question
Why I am here?
Is it a passion in the heart,
A need for hands other then mine
To smooth the wrinkles of my fore skin,
Or is it just a sport?

I Was The Last One To Love You

I was the last one to love you
But the Dr. wouldn’t let me touch you,
It caused you pain.
Your thin body fails in the white covered bed
That set off your dark glory.
I saw your last smile
As you slipped away into coldness,
Loosing your warmth when the life force was gone.
Now your smile exist in pictures in a shoe box,
Pictures taken at pride fest when we were full of joy
And pride to be together for the world to see.
Rest in peace my dear lover
Some day again we will meet
It is a promise I tend to keep.

I Don't Want To Use The Word Love

I don’t want to use the word love, love
For what it is that I feel, feel for you.
Its nameless in my bodacious body.
Its empathizing emptiness in my hands
When they are not fully filled with you.
Its watch and ward waterless in my eyes
To keep me guardian of the flow.
Its like skin over the muscular muscles over my tights.
Its something that I can walk on;
That hold me above the fragmental fray
Of who is and is not gay
My penance pen know it better then my tongue
Even tho it have tasted the sweetness of your.
No I don’t want to use the word love, love
For what I feel, feel for you.

You Are A Holy Thing To Me

You are a holy thing to me
And I use that word freely
Toward all the nature things I see.
Your divinity lies in your body;
A thing of art as a tree.
A fondly found folksy.

If You See My Baby

If you see my baby tell ‘em here I am
God won’t trouble our water
He loves me as only a good man can
God won’t trouble our water
If you see my baby tell ‘em here I am
God won’t trouble our water
He says that I’m his only man
God won't trouble our water
I remember well when our love began
God won’t trouble our water
I knew that I loved him even then
God won’t trouble our water
If you see my baby tell ‘em here I am
God won’t trouble our water
He love me as only a good man can.

In This Day And Age

In this day and age a man can love a man
I love you although some comes to knock us down
We bravely in love and war stand our ground
We are ready for the battle and in the end shall win
For who shall not with love to defend?

From Off My Head

From off my head
From my hands
From out my heart
Do not wash away my values.
I give away my crown
Not to deny my sacred state
But release my entire duteous oath
That you made me make.
I live you, such a simple thing to say,
It seems not enough to mean what I mean.
I love you, if I said it twice
And still it can not get to half.
I need you, dose it mean more?
My heart wants you, my head agree
And direct my hands to touch you
Just to see what feeling springs forth.

Come To Me Just As You Are

Come to me just as you are
Comfortable in your skin
Upon your brow no shame
For your love of men.
This we share
Of our heart this affair
Is stronger for the skin color we ware

I Find It Nice That You Wish To Understand

I find it nice that you wish to understand
How it is that a man can love a man
You come to me with bible in hand
And say that you do not wish to beat the band
But if you wish you certainly can
My ears are open to every man
You passively offer me your hand
But if you don’t mind I’ll rather stand.

Our Love Hold A True Valor

Our love holds a true valor
It is a fighting love in that it defends
Against those who wish it to come to an end.
With it we stand our loving ground
Together in love are we bounded
To fight against church and state
And I am glad that you are my bedmate.
So hear me now, hear me clear
In love and revolution am I sincere
In this day and age our love does dare to speak its name
For it was born of a loving flame.

He's My Baby

He’s my baby
And I love him so
And I will tell it wherever I go
I want everybody to know
That he’s my baby
And I love him so.

O My Black Brothers

O my black brothers
I long to hold you tight
And share our secret in the night.
We see by the same American light
That descry horror at our love
So we hide it from their sight
But we should know that it is a love from above,
Born into us from birth.
Let us let it fill the earth
For God know that it is a holy love as all true love is
That we share toward each other.
Will you come hand in hand with me, my brothers
Into the full light of day
Regardless of what others may say.

As Brave As A Drag Queen

As brave as a drag queen
I go about my duty
Taking on this emotion of this and that
To reach you
Rouging the lips of my mind
To speak the secret of your heart,
Lashing the eyes of my soul
To see deep into you
Silking the legs of my being with nylon
To feel as you do.
Sometime this transformation
Is full of sorrow,
Other times I am inspired
As if you, dear readers are divine.
We poet are an empty vassal
Daily filled then emptied to be filled again.

I Did Not Know My Father Well

I did not know my father well
He wanted it that way
Some may say this is why I am gay
But having lived my life in the skin
I disagree with those who say such a thing
And believe with all my heart that I was born this way.
If choose it was, who in their right mind would make
In Americus, who chouse to be both black and gay?
I am a happy man who have learned the ways
Of living within his skin
And I fear not God or government.

Where Are You From My Handsome Young Man

Where are you from my handsome young man,
Where it from you be?
I am from a distant land far across the sea
Why do you come my handsome young man,
Why do you come for me?
I come to take your hand in marriage
That wedded together we be
It is not legal my handsome young man
Not legal here you see
My love for you is unbounded and need no legal decree.

Men Who In My Life

Men who in my life could
Bring misfortunes perfectly like a star
That distantly pin point prick the night.
They did come and they did go
Leaving behind some wounds to know
That all love is not good for the soul.

But In Vain He Did Go

But in vain he did go
To depart his present
Having a thousand tongues
But only one to bid me farewell with.
When lips invite
And eyes delight
And cheeks as fresh as a full moon.
I persuade him to delay
With smoothing words I say
Do not forego me now, come and stay
Till the dawning of the day.

I Find In His Face A Pleasing Grace

I find in his face a pleasing grace
I study the ancient lines of his face
Showing there as a whole
Is the life he have lived in his soul.

Thy Love To Me Is Wonderful

Thy love to me is wonderful
Then with any woman that I have known
Thy grace and form are pleasing to my eyes
And I am glad to take you home.
It behooves me that any sure question why
A love as pure as that you give
Is not a love that can stay.
It is a love true and brave.

My Enemies Are All Free

My enemies are all free
To work their wanting against me
I stand my ground against their advance
I am free to fight my will to defend
They shall not prevail against me
They shall not conquer for my spirit is full for fighting
Try as they will, the battle goes on
Day and night, but my pen is as sharp as my tongue.
Those they surround me I shall still fight
Till the end, I shall not run.
Call me niggard, call me fagot, the battle is still the same
I will defend my rights with all my might
And my younger brothers shall come
To grow into the battle when I have fallen
They shall take up the mantel where I leave off.
Be you white or be you black know that justice is
With the righteous of soul that know it’s self.
So bring it on, bring it on some more
Use a bible or a gun, I shall not turn to run and hide
To thy self be true
I shall use this to defeat you.
The battle is long and weary
It seem a up hill climb but in the end victory shall be mine.

It Is True

It is true
That he is fair
This face I view
But is truth there?

His Beauty Half His Glory

His beauty half his glory
The other half his soul
I gladly call him my baby
And I let all heaven know.

His Word Is His Bound

His words is his bound
His love, sincere
To my soul he dose respond
And true love dose come clear.

Tho other may cause us pain
For our love they do disdain
We will throw it in their face
For before God it is no disgrace.





In bed we lay
Our love born into a new day.



What beauty is his dole
With the countenance for his soul
No casement for the sky
That prove it’s presence by
The body till it find
This heaven of the mind.

When Played A Flame Of Bliss

When played a flame of bliss
Love light and forsake
To my man I give this kiss
That in the soul will love awake.

I would Have Love To Do Me Dirty

I would have love to do me dirty
To mud me over in earth
To tangle me in roots
Strong as limbs twisted bout
My hips,
To bury me in warm sand
-tide lapping between my thighs
To bloom irises from my tongue
To roll me grit, chalk, clay’s muggy musk
Mississippi creek water swelling roughly
Wet with life birthing love -busted open!
I want’na be stormed over by love
Drenched till each pore drown in its own ecstasy
Drained and dripped dried to swell again
Plumb as caucus’ flesh
Prickly and erect, punched by love.

They Call Us Chocolate Cover Adonis

They call us chocolate cover Adonis,
Big black bro, black thug,
Black stallion and ghetto gangsters.
Labels that can not get to the tenderness of us.
They say that we all have big dicks
And round asses, and tick lips for kissing
And they think that we are all tops in the game of sex.
We exist outside of these labels.
I am not a thug or a stallion
And my dick size is average,
But they are enticed by their own labels,
Hoping to find a hung ebony twink, a tight
Brothas or a big black cock stud
To fulfill their sexual desires
As if we are all good fuckers
Brothers, define yourselves in the common ground
That is black on black love

Copley Square

All night long the heated souls
Of boys on the hip hop floor
Rock the sweat of Thursday night
Into Friday’s ascending light
And when the last tune has played
They clap each other round the wrist
And leave with that lover’s glaze
Sparkling promises of long night lay
And what of I, what indeed
What of those like me
Who stand behind the cracked door
And watch what parade of men that flows
Then deep within a feeling call
Our selves, the cruelest fool of all.
But these calls are judgment quick
From the loneliness that we spent
To see our brother with their pride
While we behind the cracked door hide
Cherishing that which passes on by.

All I Wanted To Do

All I wanted to do
Was to love you

But my black folks
Can be so cruel

When I dont subcrible
To their adopted

White man's rules.

Milk Bowl Moon Over St. Louis

My chapbook that came out late last Fall, can be read on line at

http://www.starfishpoetry.net/pattonmbmosl.pdf

I Know You

I know you
Even under your skin
For we have made the love
Of man to man, and then
In you I did fit as a glove
But there is more then simple sex,
With love we wish to share together
And take the time to reflect
On our emational weather

Thou prove love
Mutual hearts
Do not bid us part.







The last flash
Dies like a wisp
Of hair still alive
At its root, which is the soul







Here is such a natures
Within this human creatures
We play the actor
Less other should call us queer

I Love It

I love it, I love it!
Do not chide me for loving
The man after my own heart,

Only The One

Only the one
I love can betray me
This is a condition of love
To make oneself vulnerable
To this betrayal
To proceed into love blindly
Full of passion.

He Was Handsome

He was handsome
with his eager soul
and a body full of desire

Walking to and fro

Walking to and fro
We hand in hand
On us love did bestow
This love of man to man

To Prophet

To prophet, Son, Spirit from when seasons come.
It is soon to be Spring, spirit of it is in the air.
Warm March winds in the Midwest
Daffodils in bloom, one brave dandelion’s yellow head
Amidst the winter green.
God have mercy on us a new day in the life.

I Am So Into You

I am so into you
That when you
Are no around
I panic. I have lost
Apart of myself
That was given
Over to you.
Make me whole again
With your smile
Take away this
Gentle despair.

When You Touch Me

When you touch me
It is a delicate gesture
That I find full of meaning
However slight the wanting touch
I enjoy it fully
As if something is transmitted
From you into my soul.
To speak of the soul
Seem somehow trite
By the way that the word is
Thrown around now days.
Still your touch goes beyond my skin
To a place where it linger
Smoldering like a fire
That will catch me up.

There Is A Tenderness

There is a tenderness
That we share
With ourselves
And others.
I am jealous
Of the others
Less they take from me.

Only The One I Love

Only the one
I love can betray me
This is the condition of love
To make oneself vulnerable
To this betrayal
To proceed into it blindly
Full of passion.

"I Love You"

I love you
How hollow
These words seem.
They can not get
At half of what
I feel for you.
They seem almost
Meaningless,
I, lie on one side
Of the words
And you, on the other
The subject and the object.
Only by adding your name
Is some small meaning there
Tarquino, I love you.
You are the nuance
The erotic, the pornographic
You put meaning
Where there is none.
I love you.
At the moment said
It is gone.

I Love You

I love you
Simply because
You are.
I delight in you
Because there are
Things about you
Yet to be deciphered;
New joys to be found.

To Be In Love

To be in love
Is to be reduced to
A kind of stupidity.
Love blinds our sight
To a narrowness
Of the other.
Our focus is on
The one we love
And we try to
Build ourselves around him,
mold ourselves
To fit his ideal
Of the perfect lover
We can not educate
Ourselves out of this
Unless we fall out of love.

I Can not Lie To You

I can not lie to you
But I must to hide my distress.
You, without knowing it have
Wounded me with your absent.
I hide behind dark glasses
The tears that you have caused
By your indifference, you know not
And I tergiversate my words before you.
I have learned to mask my passion
To keep from getting hurt.

The Make Ready

I am to meet
The other tonight
I pay strict attention
To my hair
I bathe
Clean my face
My teeth, I shave
And choose my
Cologne with care
It’s the one I
Wear only for him
I choose my cloths
That best fit my body,
Boxer-brief, tank top,
Tight jeans, silk socks,
And black leather shoes
I dress to entice him
I check myself
In the mirror
And smile that
I am well put together
He calls and says
That he can not make it
Something came up that
Requires his attention
I find him vague
I am undone
And don’t know
What to do with myself
I am consumed.

I Have become Addicted To You

I have become addicted to you.
My willingness of wanting you
Is strong. What ever my will want
By being with you it is granted.
When I want you and you are not near
It increase the intensity of my wanting.
I crave your touch
As I crave a cigarette.
I am an addict who do not want
To love you like I do.
My wanting is a suffering
I can not get over.
I want and want not
To love you so strongly

Of The Million of Bodies

Of the million of bodies
That pass through my life
I desire some hundreds
But love only one.
You are adorable to me
Like no other.
I can not say what
It is about you,
The way you stand
Or turn your head,
The way your clothes
Fit your body,
The way you talk,
Or what is said
It eludes me
But I am caught
In the air about you.

When My Love is Away From Me

When my love is away from me
I suffer his lost.
I am restless and in my restlessness
I can think of no other,
Want no other, need no other.
The love of him turn me inside out
And I can not wait to smell his scent,
To feel his skin as if it is my own.
As if we breath as one.
I am not whole without him
And when he come
All my anxiety falls away.

I Want to tell My Brothers

I want to tell my brothers
That we are apart of the brotherhood
Let not we think ourselves alone
In the daily struggle
That is America
We fight alone side our sisters
Wanting neither to replace or be them
We are men through and through
In the America way
We extend our hand to you
Ever willing to pick up where
Our fallen brothers have fell.

With This Ring

With this ring
I thee wed held
At bay from us
Still we love
Each other.

I'm A Bad Assed Mother Fucker

I’m a bad assed mother fucker
Who would rather fuck fathers
And if you think it reflects badly on our race
Wait!
I’m still capable of producing children
Tho it wont end my father fucking ways
Now hold on
If’n I was as bad as I make out to be
I wouldn’t use the word fucker to tease,
Bad ass fuckers are cruelly direct
Cuss them out, they think you’re
Having trouble breathing
Come on up- slice you open
Let in all the air you aint needing
But I was born into a bad assed fucking world
Sharpened my teeth on the western St. Louis streets
Armored my heart with the petrified cotton dust
From the lungs of my gramp
Thicken by blood with U.S.D.A cheese
And powder milk supplement
Build my muscles on caned meat
Feed my brain on Jack and Jill
I’m a bad assed fucker who’ve been fucked
Without pleasure received
Wait, wait, wait one fucker’s minute
I’m degrading that subtle increase
In body heat
I’m profaning that sweat rapture
In ecstasy
I’m blaspheming the other side of man’s spiritually
But you see it’s a bad asser’s attitude
It’s a fucking make believe
A reaction to being mind fucked for centuries

I'll Scream No Mouth Swollen Open

I’ll cry no more, I’ll cry no more
I’ll scream no mouth swollen open for swallowing
Night’s air wet with the warm steam of the streets
With stars popping out as chill bumps
On the skin of the sky
With neocircular moon yellowish in its fullness
And excited gaseous neon particles glowing
In their frenzy
.
I’ll scream no more the trembling day air aflutter
With red breast and red winged blackbird’s sound
All rushing into me while you’re
In my rose, my rose gone blind
Welcoming the sum of your sons from you spitting eye.
I’ll cry no more but arch my black back
Back against the black of night and clutch
Grass grounded to its roots in this arching earth
While your erect prick of a humming bird’s tongue
In the reddish rose.
Sweat dancing on your chest and the sweating air
Sweet between us -sweet between us
Scrotum swing against in the hold-on rhythmic roll
Of rocks to explode- your long o-o-os your whooos-breezes
Sounds that cool my back in a city lost wind come home
I’ll sing your sighs in poems
And cry cries no more.

I slept With A Brown Angel

I slept with a brown angel
He gave me a golden voice
All the sons of his seeds
Teased my throat to sing.

When Brothers Speak

When brothers speak
The truth in day light
Will you listen?
When he wear a dress
And high heels
Will you throw your fist
And hard words and
Exclude him from the fight?
He fight the fight within the fight
To fight beside you.

Warriors are not afraid

Warriors are not afraid to
Stand on the front line
And cry out toward victory
When no one has their backs.
They do not care what the
Public will say, they keep
To the fight ever ready
To strike a blow with
Sword, words or
Red dress and a wig.

Pregenacy is walking

Pregnancy is walking through
High school now
Cocked legs and
Cock cocks too
Condom, you say
They will get them
When their need them
But boys that young
Are day dreaming
Of being men
And have just begun
To experiment with skin.

We Are Black Men

We are black men
Who wear the tight-skin
Armor of thug
Thou our hands know
A tenderness toward each other.
Sometime we forget,
Confuses the role
And treat each other
As if our armor
Is the real skin

He Lay Asleep Upon The Bed

He lay asleep upon the bed
And I get up to walk the room.
There is silent about him
From foot to head
His form makes the bed
And I watch him
Now that all is said and done.
He gave himself easily
With a bit of hast
As we could not wait to disrobe
And make the love of longing.
In this dark room with a bit of light
From the half drawn shade
I see shadows
Caress and half hide him.
His long limbs are still
As I recall them wrapped
About me, and I smile.
I go back to bed and his warmth is there waiting
Sweet with his sable scent
Packed beneath the bed sheets.

Black Man, Black Man

Black man, black man
Where have you been
I’ve been to the bars
In search of men
Black man, black man
Did you bring one in
I brought one sweet thang
For a night of sin
Black man, black man
What did you do
I fucked him through and through

Voodoo Won't Work

Not if I sprinkled dried powdered heard of
Humming bird on his sleeping body
Would that man love me.
Not if I slept with his tobacco-color hair
Under my pillow and rub love oil in my right hand
And still, kept pieces of wood in my pocket
Would that man love me
Not nine lumps of starch, lumps of sugar,
Nine teaspoons of steel dust wet with jockey’s sweat,
Not nine ribbons, blue or red tired in a bag
Calling his name with each fold, nine begs hidden
Under a rug or behind a step or door
Would that man love me.
Not poetry sung between full moon and his bedroom window
Not me masquerading as his lover
Not Pepsi, cigarette, Crest or calling his lone distance
Will make that man love me
Because that man loves himself more.

Fuck Me, Fuck Me

Fuck me fuck me
On the floor
By a door
In the yard
Come some more
Fuck me fuck me
On the bed
Fuck my head
Between my legs
Between my lips
Till its said
That I’ve been fucked
Fuck me fuck me
Till you come
And the sun run out of light
And the darkness gives up on the night

I Sing This Song

I sing this song
To all the beautiful
Black men bent over
To be fucked
I have bent my back
To that point
I sing this song
To all mouths swollen
With a hard dick
I have filled my mouth
With it stiffness
I sing this song
To the blackest of lips
Locked to another man’s tongue
I have locked my the same
I sing this song
Knowing that some will
Not hear the music of what I sing
That they will descry horror
At the subject of my song
still by the hand of God
Am I driven to sing
Will you sing alone

I Can Image the Darkest of Skin

I can image the darkest
Of skin next to me
Black skin stretched
Over tight muscles
I perpend
To the smell of it
Without getting into
The busyness of the mind
That governs these muscles
This is a moment for sex
The damp smell of sweat
We didn’t come together to talk
But to release ourselves
In a moment of ecstasy
Muscles locked to each other
Tangled in the only darkness darker
Then ourselves

Angel of My Desiring

Angel of My Desiring

I wake to find you raining in your face
Our bedroom have known many storms
The maple outside kisses the window
Your thorns puncture the pillow
Why do you cry when the spirit of drought
Is in the wisdom land?
Black bellies swell, the rivers are dried
And ravens do not feed he who will be the next king.
You ware your love as a child in your belly
Your body is lean as a man in need of his water
In need of bread
I shall gather some sticks to fashion your wings
With oil from my skin will I smooth your prays
My sins remember will I hang in your hair
Go, show yourself in the wisdom land
Strike rain from the God‘s cheeks
The hidden prophets lay in wait beneath
The sand they wake in the sounding of your feet
Your lean body is leasing to the eye
But I have drunken my fill
And time will come to drink again
Go, show yourself in the wisdom land
Where pain holds its counsel
I shall bake you two cakes of mud and grass
To eat and give back to the land.

All Night Long The Heated Souls

All night long the heated souls
Of boys on the hip hop floor
Rock the sweat of Thursday night
Into Friday’s ascending light
And when the last tune has played
They clap each other round the wrist
And leave with that lover’s glaze
Sparkling promises of long night lay
And what of I, what indeed
What of those like me
Who stand behind the cracked door
And watch what parade of men that flows
Then deep within a feeling call
Our selves, the cruelest fool of all.
But these calls are judgment quick
From the loneliness that we spent
To see our brother with their pride
While we behind the cracked door hide
Cherishing that which passes on by.

Submitt

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I'll Cry No More

I’ll cry no more, I’ll cry no more
I’ll scream no mouth swollen open for swallowing
Night’s air wet with the warm steam of the streets
With stars popping out as chill bumps
On the skin of the sky
With neocircular moon yellowish in its fullness
And excited gaseous neon particles glowing
In their frenzy
.
I’ll scream no more the trembling day air aflutter
With red breast and red winged blackbird’s sound
All rushing into me while you’re
In my rose, my rose gone blind
Welcoming the sum of your sons from you spitting eye.
I’ll cry no more but arch my black back
Back against the black of night and clutch
Grass grounded to its roots in this arching earth
While your erect prick of a humming bird’s tongue
In the reddish rose.
Sweat dancing on your chest and the sweating air
Sweet between us -sweet between us
Scrotum swing against in the hold-on rhythmic roll
Of rocks to explode- your long o-o-os your whooos-breezes
Sounds that cool my back in a city lost wind come home
I’ll sing your sighs in poems
And cry cries no more.

Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time
Two ladies were arrested
For kissing in public
This was in Sicily, a long, long place away.
They got themselves into a lot of trouble,
Maria and Rozanna, they made some
People very, very mad because ladies only kiss men
And men only kiss ladies. That is the way that God made things
And God knows best
But I kiss you mammy
Paul kiss daddy.
Its not the same dear.
I am your mother
And your brother is daddy’s little boy. Its not the same.
But you kiss aunt Nancy mammy.
Your aunt Nancy is my sister, like you’re Paul’s sister.
Well how-come you kiss my god-mother?
Because we are good friends. We were little girl friends
When I was your size. We are good, good girlfriends.
Mr. Todd is daddy’s boyfriend.
No dear, men don’t have boyfriends. They are just good friends
Unhum mammy, they are boy-friends
I saw them kissing.

Standing Solitary in Yellow Grief Illness

Standing solitary in yellow grief illness
I mind kiss his lips
He knows not my dark wet sorrow, my red desires
He knows not my candle in the wind moment
Slow and uneven in this raining night.
His face brightness exiled me into heterosexual state
Where I remember my own childhood cries
-faggot! -queer!
Back when summer brought shorts on bikes
And bear back view of bent backs.
Now my thoughts penetrate his clothing,
My hands would mingle through his hair,
Beneath my slight blue breath, I whisper river bank poems
Filled with deep autumn aspen leaves, wind, rain, mud and hand rubbing him clean.
Standing in my yellowish sorrow on this withering Denver street
I am sunk in night rain
To know who isn’t in his arms.
I am here to take him if he comes into my wet.
I am not the strongest of my kind
Here collecting different views of him;
Movie camera zooming in masterfully
To catch every hair’s end
Every silent touch of his tongue movement
Every new, old growth that fall from him
In this crystals rain
Every east wind blink
Every dead finger nail petal, when pressed the color of strawberry spots.
My sight sucks on him double through magnify drops
On my lashes and all is clear
All drift through, coming from and into me
My river blood is stirred
Touching every hill and valley in this creation that is me.
Only his breath is held from me
Rain keep it low
East wind keeps it far
Making his breathe flow an unfrequented spot for no return.
Within a wet foot of my face
This cold oily night neon crack
Like butterscotch candy dropped into hot coffee,
Color swirl on the surface
Of muddy concrete
Rain steam up in small drops moved by the waves of wind
Rain steams off hot surface of street lights, it brighten city cars
A painted face slides away.
Barely visible is he, pieces scattered in a sign blink.
I stand erect in chill
Ready to travel home
To flood my way alone
And he is before me
Having skipped water to reach me
Asking me to ferry him home
Yet I have no boat but words
Do I dare to poetize his beauty?
Up close, his lips are as ripe as sweet pea pods
And as red as pomegranate seeds
I look away
He is amused and I feel that we are traces in wet world with living them.
I allow his amusement to be my resource;
Inquiring into his winds and storms
He laugh
I look down at myself
He stop and with both hands touches
I am rewarded when he kiss spectacle for any watching.
His sweet pea lips have warmth behind them
His camera eyes have a steel shrapnel spark,
His touch is gentle thunder.
He is real with past affairs, fears,
He has played the actor.
I want to get to know him
To enter into the room that he is
To sleep with him without Thornwood under our pillows
To enter and if his river be frost wine
I will be steam tweezers
Blood blister rushing into his story
Removing frost that all flow;
Like the name of his father, mother
And the look of strangers whom have boiled him.
I make comments, speak of his dew down
On imperial phoenix,
On his home and its color,
On dust scent darken behind summer sandals.
We reach my room, I offer rice, beans and poetry;
Delicious eye food removed from the icebox for small talk.
He dries himself and strip to pose in my wicker chair
Asking my gazing eyes
For more then a bath robe
My only, made of Korea red silk.
I see in him night long
And day long our song with sweet sweat falls.
I see sorrow one shade into blue and buried learned ways
I see chill beside warmth with a greenish hue.
Height-long in sweat
We lay erect, breathe locked
His face brightness is now mine
I am becoming stronger with my kind.

What Matter More

What matter of man
Matter much more
The tight thin form
Of the man he morn.

My Man Got It Good

My man got it and he got it good
So many want it
They will take it if they could
But he aint giving what’s just for me
As he got it as good as can be.