Older Men

are fun to look at. wiser, calmer
unafraid of the tag in his collar.
none of that balla' bullshit.
i'd like to hit it, rest inside
that wrinkle in his forehead
or the crease in his forearm.
god that place is sexy when
it's worn, it's been strained, tied up
it's been used and stretched yet
it still knows how to clasp back in place
like old, good-smelling clothes you don't find
in the new-smelling store, please i prefer thirty or
older, the smoldering glance that is mysterious
but not as curious as me because he's seen it already.

older man, make me feel young again
instead of like a mother to these pooches
waitin to suck suck suck, like prey.
older man, i'll spray your face with
the milk from my brain, i'll be your crutch
or your cane. i'll listen to all your stories and
wait, wait my turn to give in, instead of hearing
them buzz about what it's like to step into the world
of girls, oh my god, girls. imagine those for a minute!

older man at least pretend i'm interesting enough to
want to stick around and watch the wax melt down
to the floor where you first had me pinned, oh say
hypothetically. so unapologetic, you deserve credit
you rusty man you! but your deeds are meant to make me
feel new, i've been long overdue for something like this.
please, thirty or older. before i grow colder and no longer
give a shit, as that is a product of aging.

written on May 9, 2007

(wow, i really dig this! -Gabe)

(Damm ... now that's a fuckin song !!! -The Cold Ones)

(I hear ya... Penises are already wrinkly on young blokes, whats the hurt in hittin' the sack with an elder. Maybe we should stop going to the bar to find a good man, and start going to BINGO. -Leigh Anne)

(fuck i hate how this rings true. -Terra)

(You didn't have to write me a poem. A simple text message would have sufficed. -James)