Sonnet

Actually, I don't know if this poem is specifically gay or not; but I like to think that it is.

This is for the afternoon we lay in the leaves
After it had been winter for half a year,
And I kissed you and unbuttoned your jeans
And touched you and made you smile, my dear.
And of all the good things that love means,
One of them is to touch you there
And make you smile, among the leaves,
And feel your wetness and your sweet short hair,
And kiss your breasts and put my tongue
Into the delirium between your soft pale thighs,
Because the winter has been much too long
And soon will come again, when this love dies.
I will hear sermons preached, and some of them be true,
But I will not regret that afternoon with you.

C.B. Trail

The winter has been much too long; I got soaking wet walking to the internet café, it was pouring down hail earlier. Just wet and disgusting outside. I'm going to Spain on Saturday, for winter break, with a friend, and hopefully it will be marginally warmer. I'll be back when I'm back, with more poems, because I didn't get to post as many as I thought I would.