good god snap out of it

he's shirtless, 18, tall,
and
his skin is so smooth that touching
it
is like touching
GREAT SEX
itself.
touching
his shoulder is like
touching an orgasm.
brass fittings have never felt this smooth.
that spot
in the middle of his back.
that spot, in
the middle of a sigh.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Zygote in my Coffee, print issue #6, Winter 2009.)