Two Men Embracing.

The two men embrace
Like naked trees grown
Close and entwined as
If in one firm trunk,

Their thin branch-like arms
Around each the other,
And heads leaning close
And touching soft like

Conjoined twins, these young
Brothers of love and
Feel and want and taste.
They are not the men

Their fathers were, not
For them the female
Flesh or figured frame,
Not for them the bruised

Beery laughter, the
Swaggering jaunt, not
For them the hard harsh
Homophobic hate

Or hurtful tough taunt.
They are not the men
Their sibling brothers
Are, they find their love

And joy in men’s fine
Flesh and touching feel
The soul’s soft skin a
Whole wide world away,

Yet close within their
Touching finger’s feel
And this fulfilling
Love for them, holds them

Firm while other men
In the world, condemn.