He's The Only 32 He'll Ever Be - Happy Birthday, Brother / by D.M. Jerman

by CMJ

Peeking in I saw
Skin and sex raw beneath sheets
sigh! A sullen boy…

The things I wanted
accumulate into things
in a whirlwind.

Blasphemous sentence,
disowning your past belief.
Thank God for such words.

Her lips roistered up
and awake I am for them.
A kiss starts the day.

Collected inside
are clutterings of manmade
escapism trade.