Two poems



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on some pornographic websites, i see photographs of
guys pissing on each other.
these guys are cute young men (often
VERY cute young men),
and they seem to be having such fun pissing
on each other,
there's this look in their eyes,
kinda giddy, kinda wild, actually,
and they certainly give the impression
that pissing on each other is just
another way of having good clean sexual fun.
**
once, a long time ago,
i was in bed with a guy who asked
me to piss in his mouth.
so i did.
turns out i squirted so much pee into
his mouth that
he wasn't able to swallow it all
and
some of it dribbled down his chin,
and it was, well, sorta icky.
i was drunk and stoned at the time,
and i didn't think he was all that attractive,
and, well,
i guess the whole experience
wasn't very much fun for me,
and i kinda got the feeling
it didn't turn out to be so much
fun for him, either, since
i pissed such an unexpectedly
large volume of pee into
his mouth.
**
but the sexy good-looking naked
young men pissing on
each other in those
website photos sure look
like they're having fun.
**
sometimes i think
back about various things
i've done during my life.
various sexual things.
i'm sure most people
do that, from time to time.
think back over things
they've done.
things they wish they'd
done.
things that they'd have done
if they'd been given the chance.
things they might
still do,
perhaps in the
bathtub, so the
mattress won't get
wet.
**
not that a wet mattress is
the worst thing
in the world.
**
still, though,
i think
ya know what i mean.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in BareBack Magazine, September 2014. It also appears in my book String Bean.)

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trouser trout

the broom sedge on the hill moves wildly
to and fro
as flocks of black birds fly over the
flexing shafts of orange.
it is autumn.
the day is warm. also on the hill, very
near its top, and
amongst the wind-whipped shafts of
broom sedge, two sexy naked young men
lie atop
an old musty dark green blanket.
they are
lying on their sides, facing
one another,
and their
hands are all over each
other -- nipples, butts, dicks, balls --
they can't keep their hands off
of each other as
the wind whips the
broom sedge, and
up above, black birds
drift in the wind.
autumn is
in the air, and when the
young men start spurting
cum, the broom sedge moves
to and fro, the black
birds drift above,
and the lips of
the two sexy naked young men
are open wide, sucking in air
as if they couldn't get enough of it,
the flavor of the autumn air,
the wind whipping all around, black
birds drifting above, and, down
below, this blanket, these two
naked young men, their
cum on each other's bellies,
their eyes shiny like dirty books,
the beautiful ones, with
really naughty covers.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem first appeared in Chiron Review, Issue #102, Winter 2015. It also appears in my book String Bean.)