a few restless thoughts about jake gyllenhaal

my guess is that after jake gyllenhaal masturbates,
there are actual
teardrops in his eyes; and there is pure
unbridled gratitude in his
heart: he's humble and in awe and
feeling bitter-sweet melancholy-sad at what
he knows is
his own good luck at being able to touch
something this beautiful -- being allowed
to rev it up, and
run the engines as it were.
and, as he lies there in the afterglow of
post-orgasmic sadness,
his toes tingle, the spittle on
his lips dries, and a gentle breeze
blows
almost imperceptibly across
the curly hairs of his
lightly musk-smelling
scrotum, which gradually
relaxes to accommodate his smooth
equal-sized testicles as they
travel slowly toward a cooler spot
in the blanket of air.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem appeared in FUCK!, Volume 10, number four, April 2007.)