Charles Atlas.
He is young in the photographand naked, staring off to his left
in a pose. Brown edged and soft,
his hair gleams back from his Roman face.
One curl, as it dangled by his
nautilus ear of perfect eros, makes
him touchable, fits my fingers
on his placard ribs, pulls me
over his stomach, down
his rounding front thigh
back up to the nipple and the
sky-wide chest, the clefting throat,
his lowered eye.
My God, the panting
Brooklyn, Coney Island of the man.
Skin musk cradled in the soft pouch
beneath his thunder-lidded eyes. He is
the nakedest man in New York, target
to the beating of my pointed heart.
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| Author: | SHERRILL, JAN-MITCHELL |
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| Publication: | The Gay & Lesbian Review Worldwide |
| Article Type: | Poem |
| Date: | Jul 1, 2001 |
| Words: | 112 |
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