Dear Zaddy,
When I was told not to think about it
with the squirming trunk
I thought of you instead, lying
with your head on my chest
your taste, elusive as water
in my mouth. As I remember
the Maharajah on its back
the time I was glad you fell sick
because I could carry you; rather
pretend. It’s not my fault you’re
bigger than me. As I remember
and when it sees a mouse
the time I held you up to that
mirror, so that you could see
you I do. Your lips, your neck,
your manhood. As I remember
it pretends to be a lion
the time I confessed being afraid
of the desert that would surround
if our love were to end. Only inside
you did I feel safe, as I remember.
As I remember
and when it sees a mouse
the time I held you up to that
mirror, so that you could see
you I do.
A very emotional passage for me