Watching him while
he sleeps I
steep myself in the
tea color of his
skin
vanish in fragile
lashes
hopeless against his
cheek, reappear
stroking long hair off
a temple
with one of my small fingers.
I memorize the
unusual curve of
a hip
heft of his dark
testicles
resting promise of
his quiescent
cock curled
softly.
His sturdy shoulder his
brawny arm draped warm over
delicate ribs.
With my weightless
vision I cherish my
lover
astonished,
reverent within all of
our variances.
orphan poems 