As If Bullets. . . (The poem)

I have been in the shadows with men

Known their loneliness

Kissed, held and touched it – tucked slightly behind their prostate

My first boyfriend kissed as though bullets were coming through bedroom walls

His narrow hips grinding against mine in the dark

hoping to communicate something that, if spoken, would mean suicide.

I remember the feeling of first laying my fleshy self down before him

Smelling him and listening to the command to remove more clothing

The way he felt around his shoulders.

The way his jaw line formed a perfect frame

The way he smiled when I found that spot on the back of his neck

I remember that knowing that came with pulling him in

Torn fabric and the faint sound of someone laughing

Around us, bawled up clothes, salted sheets, days when daddy didn’t show up and news clippings of attention worthy dead faggots formed mountains.

I’ve known how holding is dangerous and how men turn cold in an instance

How “cocksucker” stings and how he let them curse you at the end.

How laughter taunts and how no one can know.

I’ve known the whisper that comes after the embrace

and of corners that are good for sneaking into.

Of crying and bleeding

Of friends gone by and screaming,

trying to force the universe to understand that things don’t have to be like this

I’ve seen them clean up after

Saw the news story declaring: “Young boy killed, suspected gay hate crime. Stabbed, shot and sodomized.”

and felt his hand pull away

his lips now dry and no longer filled with that same longing.

5 thoughts on “As If Bullets. . . (The poem)

    1. Thank you for your kind words. It does my spirit good to hear people respond so positively to my work. If you want to stay in contact with me you can continue to follow the blog, or hit/contact me at “”. Thank you! – Crunch

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