brushwork

and so all the leaves changed color and fall arrived.
walking in the woods became a 
multi-colored near-psychedelic dream.
for a shy sensitive sexy slender sexed-up young man,
it was a wonderland for masturbatory indulgence.
he walked there daily, after school, amongst
the foliage, amongst the craggy tree trunks,
crackly insects making their strange crackling sounds,
lizards skittering here and there, birds
near ultra-loud with the intensity of their
autumnal squawkings and murmurings.
the shy sensitive sexy slender sexed-up young man
took it all in, as he walked naked and
wide-eyed and wild-eyed and his big smooth
satiny dick fully erect as he walked there
amongst it all, there in the forest,
the colors vibrant, the smells of mossiness
and approaching decay. he paused often
and gave himself over fully to his masturbatory
desires, standing there in the woods
pumping on his big smooth penis,
his pink nipples sweaty and tingling,
anointing the leafy mossy moldy ground
with puddles of cum, there in the
land of techno-color and the tension
of the approaching winter lapping at
his toes, smelling his tight pink little asshole.
shy sensitive sexy slender sexed-up young man
walked on, smiling sweetly, the look
in his eyes, goofy, and wise, and wild.
there were a few droplets of shot cum
that clung to the tops of his toes,
and the rest of it dried there behind,
where he'd marked his territory like
a dog that spurted cum instead
of pee. he did it all quietly, except for the occasional
yelp of joy, there in the multi-hued forest,
before the certainty of winter.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011. It first appeared in Chiron Review, Issue 90, Spring 2010.)