winter rendezvous

you're a boy in love with a boy
and you're standing in his living room
and
he kisses you on the lips and you
kiss him right back

it's cold outside

poinsettias are blooming in
the windowsills

you are just a boy in love with
a boy, you are standing
there in his living room,
kissing his lips.
your heart is beating fast.
wind blows outside
the windows.
poinsettias bloom
gentle & big.

the front of your pants
turns to
silver ingot
the front of his pants turns to
gold bar.
both of
you are
rich
fabulously
rich

the wind blows
poinsettias bloom
wealth
takes you
into dizzy territories
white sheets
of slick cloth
write

themselves
silly

giggles are
coos of love
turtledoves
of
wet pubic-haired
drip
semen
slippery   you breathe
like locomotives
sliding big metal
through the slick
kayak bouncing
topside

a magistrate
savors the
success of all
green tanks of red
salamanders -- that's
hot sexy in the winter,
hotter than
you
ever
believed
poinsettias would get
snowflakes winds
howls & whines,
then
settles down to touching
silence, belfry
locks lapse, smooth
lightly-scented
breath


--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in FUCK!, Vol 3, no. 4, April 2000.)