Chase

(c) 5/31/2001 Nick Dallett

beautiful nameless boy
athletic in a way I
never was I
can hardly believe I was able to
catch you the
girls must
eat you up the
way you move the
perfect machine perfect
human
engine

We communicate without
words we
join in intimate ways you
won't speak of when you
return to wherever
home is

she does not understand your
wife
girlfriend
headmistress
mother I
touch you in ways she
does not
understand

I slip in
behind you
close enough to smell your
tensed calves
and I am drawn
into you
and I am moving
with you
matching each thrust
with my own

mesmerized
by the rise and fall of your thighs the
shimmering line of your wheel I
ride your draft up and over
rolling hills until
your strength overwhelms my desire to
chase you you drop
me on the next
climb you
pull away and out
of sight you
disappear
around
the next
bend