watch closely

i won't call it a nasty habit, or
even an odd habit, or even a strange
habit. perhaps it's
not even a habit. but. recently i have gotten
into this mode, if you will,
of imagining that any two cute guys
walking together are secretly a
couple, and that they are secretly having wild passionate
sex with each other every opportunity
they can get.
**
and not just any two cute guys WALKING together. it's also
any two cute guys RUNNING together, with
their shirts off, and barely any shorts on at
all -- now, in my current mode of thinking, those
two cute guys go back to one of them's place
and while they are still
hot and dripping with clear sparkling
sweat, they just have about 30-45 minutes
of pure unbridled sex. everything they
can do, they do.
**
another example:
two cute guys sitting in a burger joint.
after they leave the burger joint,
they immediately go have hot sex with each
other.  perhaps it's
on a kitchen floor in front
of an open refrigerator because they
like the feel of the cold moist air on their
hot sweaty butts.
**
of course, while this mode that i am in
frequently keeps me conjuring up
such images, i have not totally taken leave
of all my senses, and i know quite certainly that
the vast majority of the pairs of cute guys
that i see, are most likely not gay,
and they are not having sex with each other.
they are just two cute guys enjoying
each other's company. there's a look
in their eyes, a joy, an innocence,
that's quite fetching, actually.
a look that says "we're young, beautiful,
and in love with each other, yes, -- but not in a
culturally unaccepted way."
**
sometimes it's all too easy to
read a smile, decipher a
blink.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Riot Act, published by Chiron Review Press in 2010.)