His Body

His Body

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

I think he’s afraid because

He knows who I really am

I think he already knows about these poems

That wreck havoc from my mind

Onto the interplay of the world

But he’s out seeing his therapists,  

Friends, for a catch-up over coffee

And smokes

          Sometimes I’m just so envious

          Because the invitation  was never extended to me

          (Not like his dick)

Maybe this time apart

Is time to miss one another?

And in the future, will be the time we

Use not to kill one another

I guess these are the moments we should

Approach with delicate finesse

Who knows, but time, if I’ve got what it takes

I think I know I want him in my life

-Don’t want to mess that up - again.

I’m not strong enough for another go

His body

Fits mine like a glove and mine his.

I want to be his rock, strong and resilient.

His body

Fits mine like a glove.

I’m trying not to geek out

In telling him how much I

Want to care.

I’m out!