Complaint.
Brandon, you keep me awake, turningthe whole house into a lover. You
and your men, your sighs through
the heating duct. Its wide moaning throat
calls to my bedroom over yours.
Years after you move away this house
will remember you: Brandon who made
the joists ache, the rafters tremble
with the trembling of his aching body.
Brandon of the first floor, may you always
rock houses. I do not complain
lest the sounds of your pleasures
grow too soft to keep me awake.
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| Author: | CLAUSSON, NILS |
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| Publication: | The Gay & Lesbian Review Worldwide |
| Article Type: | Poem |
| Date: | Jul 1, 2001 |
| Words: | 85 |
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