Seven poems that appeared in Chiron Review, Issue #81, Winter 2005****************

threesome

ah  how the wind slides and glides over
two sexy uncovered boys atop their spread-flat sleeping
bags in the
dreamy night meadow
the sexy boy whose cock is being touched by
the other sexy boy wriggles
out of his underpants and before too many ticks and tocks of
the night-time clock have gone & tocked their ticks,
two naked slender big-dicked sweet-lipped
boys have wrapped themselves around each other
the wind licking them pink and shiny dry windblown clean during
their drooling lip-smeared sex-wet drippy
cum-spurting sudden nighttime ride --
after, they lie there
naked in the
night, the
wind touching them all over
as if
laying on
a blessing.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem was published in Chiron Review, Issue #81, Winter 2005.)

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you own your memories, and can
treat them as you
please

after they have sex in the woods by
the sweetly babbling stream, the tall dark muscular 19-yr-old boy
slides over, leans down, and begins to gently kiss and
lick the tiny little nipples of the skinny little
blonde boy, 20 but looks 15.
"well now," says the tall dark muscular boy, "ya wanna
get married, move in together, swear our love, sex, and allegiance
to just each other?"
the skinny little blonde boy thinks about it for
a coupla seconds.  "yes," he says.  "yep, yes, yeah."
and so they spend the rest of the sultry summer afternoon
naked, engaged in wildly energetic and
mutually agreeable sex acts out there in the summer woods by the
friendly babbling stream.  then they drive back to town,
move into the skinny little blonde boy's apartment,
start cooking, cleaning, washing clothes, keeping
house together. they have sex frequently.
they can't keep their hands off of each other.
life is one big wondrous whirlwind
swirling hot and fast and
furious ah love
ah youth
just ah.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem was published in Chiron Review, Issue #81, Winter 2005.)


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experience

the whir of the mixer from the kitchen cabinet
is loud and welcome as my lover, jon (aka the
sweetest man in the world), makes something
wonderful for dinner.  the mixer whirs
loudly, pauses, picks up momentum, whirs even louder.
jon cusses, swears very long strings of in fact
very vile swear words, pushes his
shoulder down toward the mixer as the
whirly blades chop and blend and mash and
shred and tear and mix quite properly whatever
wonderful thing he is preparing over there.
jon is a good cook.  when jon cooks, he
cusses a blue streak, especially if what he
is cooking that night is especially delicious.
i laugh and tell him i know it's going to
be wonderful because he's cussing so much.
"the more you cuss while you're making it"
i tell him, "means the better it's gonna taste."
only i don't tell him this when he is actually
in the midst of cussing at the dinner he is in the
midst of making because honestly he doesn't
find much of anything amusing when he is cussing
at the dinner that he is making.  i tell
him later, and in fact
i repeat myself from time to time, when he is
more receptive to that sort of comment.
he's heard my comment before, of course, but
i don't think he minds hearing it again
from time to time.  jon and i have lived
together for over 25 years.  there
are certain things we expect to hear
from each other from time to time.
"i love you" is one.
jon cussing a blue streak in the kitchen
is another.
"the more you cuss, the better it turns out."
in fact, we
are an old
established couple.
i'm sure many of the things we say to each
other, we've said before.
to me, it's a sweet refrain, a joyful melody,
like the whir of the mixer, the soothing sound of
afternoon rain drops on the gutter outside
the kitchen window.  these are good sounds.
sweet music. and 25 years are not
nearly enough.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem was published in Chiron Review, Issue #81, Winter 2005.)

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fact about pennsylvania

pennsylvania boys are hot.
seemingly all of them!
sexy, great bodies, great faces. they are just
hot.
who knows why?
Jon is my lover. him & me have been
together for just over 25 years.
neither of us travels all that much,
but when we go to pennsylvania to visit Jon's
sister,
it's impossible not to notice all the hot guys. they
are waiting on tables, they are behind counters,
they are stopping to chat with his sister's
husband (he was once a hot pennsylvania boy himself by
the way, not that he's not hot now, but well, we all
age don't we? and some of us just age a tiny wee bit
better than others, don't we, heh heh heh nervous
laughter...). once Jon and I took a tour in
pennsylvania dutch country,
and we went to visit a farm, and
the boy who was helping feed the pigs, he was
unbelievable!!! tight jeans, the sweetest face you've
ever seen, brown hair, full pouty lips, great
complexion, practically glowing with tan--ahmish!
sexy! hot hot hot!
and then we turned around and there were
dozens more! hundreds! thousands!
zillions of hot boys roam the streets and meadows
and shops and sidewalks of pennsylvania.
is it the drinking water?
the long hot summers and the long cold winters?
the work ethic? all the boys there seem so bustling,
so
active, so intent on getting things done.
broad shoulders pressed to the grindstone, tight
butts mounds of muscle.
sweet lips talking shop and barely stopping to wet
themselves with tongue tips.
big dicks bulging unstoppingly against the fronts of
work pants.
yes indeed pennsylvania is a nice place to see hot
boys. maybe it's just the genetics and
the environment, combining perfectly. cute
boys fathering more cute boys who thrive and flourish
in the pennsylvania
aura.  god there are cute boys everywhere in
pennsylvania.
wonder if that's why the tv show "Queer as Folk"
decided
it was going to be set in pennsylvania (even though
it's really filmed in canada).  but we're told "Queer
as Folk" all happens in pennsylvania, and i suspect
pennsylvania was picked as the official setting for
a reason. maybe somebody having
something to do with decisions on that
show has
noticed the inescapable truth: pennsylvania
boys is just hot. juicy.
yum.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem was published in Chiron Review, Issue #81, Winter 2005.)

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52

mostly, i'd prefer to communicate via email
or poem.
real-life up-close and personal meetings
are not so wonderful to contemplate.
the goofiness of my life is the uneasy
sum of its disparate parts and what
gets hidden from whom.
people whose lives are open books
gain something, i suspect.  i think
things may be easier for them.
is this all because i'm gay? and have
an uneasy meld with all the world, straight and
gay and all those gentle blends? what parts of
me fits with what other parts?
and things seem to be getting weirder, too.
now that i'm 52, you'd think everything
would be sorted out by now, wouldn't you?
but "hello" is an effort. "how are you?" a big
deal. summary: it sure gets tiresome
being this big a mess.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem was published in Chiron Review, Issue #81, Winter 2005.)


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and
toast, too, with
butter

he lies there asleep
on his back in
his own bed,
his big cock
stiff as a rod.  he's a
sexy, naked young man.
his cock is throbbing.
he dreams.
he spurts cum.
he wakes, his
belly and chest glazed
with goo.
he wipes it off of himself
with an old t-shirt,
lies there in the dark,
licking his lips,
hungry for bacon & eggs &
dawn -- voices, newspapers,
the
coffee-scented hush
of solemn silent
secrets

green light dappled on
smelly
new-mown lawns

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem was published in Chiron Review, Issue #81, Winter 2005.)

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strong & silent

most gay men like looking at
photographs of attractive naked men.
we just do. trust me.
if there's a photograph of an
attractive naked man,
then be assured we'll want to see.
now, what i wonder is:
how are STRAIGHT men affected by
this kind of photograph?
are they disturbed?
unsettled? made uneasy?
annoyed, perhaps?
well, we may never really know exactly
how they feel about looking at
this kind of photograph,
but i do
strongly suspect that, at the very least,
it's really difficult for them
to DESCRIBE what they are seeing.
i'm pretty darn sure
that
when looking at a photograph of
an attractive naked man, and then being
asked to describe what they are seeing,
straight men tend
to avoid using
terms such as
"just a totally gorgeous guy",
"hot ass", "big thick super-smooth cock",
"sweet sexy sensuous little nipples",
"beautiful lips", "nice cockhead",
and the like.
well, poor guys.
my heart sure goes out to them.
can't speak the obvious. in fact,
probably literally hundreds of descriptors
are completely off-limits to them.
tongues are tied. speech patterns
are squelched. for them, "nice-enough-looking guy,
i guess" is about as descriptive as it's gonna get.
anything more than that, and,
well, everybody just gets kinda,
you know, jittery.


--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem was published in Chiron Review, Issue #81, Winter 2005.)





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