By Joseph Ross
Because my kisses are tender
against your throat.
Because my lips are not the steel hammer
that snaps your neck
in the places God has kissed.
Because my hands beg
the muscles of your back
pleading and massaging
what a blind man with a bible
would shove to the floor.
Because your tongue slides
against mine, two wet bodies
inside our bodies, as close
as lips, as torn skin, as flame.
Because you dared to breathe
air you would later gasp against
my sweating chest, our bodies
lie braided in love’s water.
Because truth is only intimate
with other truths,
this love poem does not lie
on the floor of your living room
where you leak like a true man,
irrigating the Ugandan dirt
with blood it does not deserve.
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Joseph Ross is the author of Meeting Bone Man, coming out in April, 2012. He is a poet, twice-nominated for a Pushcart Prize, whose poems appear in many anthologies including Collective Brightness: LGBTIQ Poets on Faith, Religion & Spirituality, Full Moon on K Street, and Poetic Voices Without Borders 1 and 2. His work has also been published in a variety of journals including Tidal Basin Review, Poet Lore, Drumvoices Revue, and Beltway Poetry Quarterly. In 2007 he co-edited Cut Loose the Body: An Anthology of Poems on Torture. He directs the Writing Center at Carroll High School in Washington, D.C. and writes regularly at www.JosephRoss.net.
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