oh.

and just where DID those ancient Greeks get
their ideas about the desirability of
male-on-male butt fucking?
was it a companionship kind of a thing?
a dominance-submission kind of thing?
or just a pure sex thing--if it feels
good, do it. that sort of reasoning.
or perhaps there was no reasoning
involved at all--just going on pure
hot emotion and sexual frenzy. that's
all it took--two big beefy soldiers
out standing watch all alone, hot,
horny, needing to stay awake--why
not just a sturdy butt-fuck to help
pass the night? why not do it slick
and utterly silently, no moans, no
groans, eyes open and scanning
for any sort of danger, as they
slowly slip it to each other out
there on the outskirts of the
encampment?  in the morning,
there's no comment made about
the smiles on their faces,
the ruddy glow of their cheeks,
the sparkle in their eyes--
those who are observant
have seen these signs before,
exhibited many of these signs themselves
as a matter of fact, and more
than once--now re
the actual inception of
male-on-male butt fucking--
who was the very first to
suggest sticking it THERE?
"you wanna stick it WHERE?"
one of them may have said. or
perhaps, no words were uttered.
perhaps they just
perceived the possible & went
with it. complex is history.
certain the vagueries of
the pink & lonely flesh.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in Zygote in my Coffee, the special 100th Commemorative Edition, published in 2008.)