by Gregg Rowe
seven days of
men, men, men, men, men, men, men
imagine all the sex
going on in the world
seven days of
men, men, men, men, men, men, men
there is a lot of
sex/worshipping/bonding
men rubbing each other
standing around in
parks/t-rooms/alleys
with pants down to their ankles
their freshly laundered
white or colored
boxers/briefs/jock-straps
a virginal outline painted
of their freshly bathed baskets
in their underwear of choice
slipping slowly down their muscular thighs
just as white or colored
as their briefs
from running/swimming/tanning
this youthful customization
of seven days of
men, men, men, men, men, men, men
standing in a circle
beside the right two
where rejection is superseded
by an electric-filled desired fantasy
and staying young
uncommitted/self-absorbed/super-ego
after the
hand-job/ass-rim/body exploration
protected (or forbid- unprotected) encounters
he/he/he/he/he/he/he
exits for home
whatever home is
wherever homo lives
satisfaction guaranteed for awhile
he/he/he/he/he/he/he
happily content
has no time for puppy-love romance
or domestication intake
life lesson learned long ago
in war-torn Catholic home
relationship is a two-way road
that takes it’s toll on one
yet: man and man leave
it continuously happens
in bars/sports/bookstores
the proverbial purpose
of becoming lovers
they speak of
the love that dared not speak its name
through metaphors
of cocks/balls/lips/fingers
intertwining
I can compare their stories
to whips/chains/slings
hot times in a bed
confinements of Catholicism rituals
cleansing of our souls
in a shower/bath/douche
I do live
seven days of
men, men, men, men, men, men, men
have lived the life
of love that dared not speak its name
prefer
a stranger whose face
I will memorize
whose energy will remain
a positive shadow
when I drink his male milk
shot from his champagne-flute shaft
from his male eggs
scrotum skin soft against my audible lips
his drops of memory
slid down my abdomen
increases my electric desires
currents run in my penis veins
his virile mouth
lay butterfly wing caresses upon
interior damaged body
sinks to my proclaimed jutted pole
that exclaims my ecstasy
his aquamarine eyes
explore my torso
I am a
man/man/man/man/man/man/man
searching for answers from a
boy/boy/boy/boy/boy/boy/boy
I am a
boy/boy/boy/boy/boy/boy/boy
man/man/man/man/man/man/man
who stands in a circle
finding himself
Author notes
Written May 2nd, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Edna's EROTIC STORY & POETRY Contest by Edna Sweetlove.
400 points, ended March 31, 2006, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I thought this was rather good but you seem to have dug it up from a long, long time ago. Which Turkish baths do you frequent? Oh yes, applause.
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Wow- very, very well done. Seems to express alot in a way where if you're not reading closely, you'll miss it. Beautiful language to describe it all, as well.
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Excellent
I enjoyed the uninhibited tone to this poem, the repetition enhanced all that you were saying... I found it strangely calm in the sense that you were in control all the time of writing this poem. It had a delicate touch....All too often "Erotica" (hetrosexual/homosexual) is course,ultra graphic....This I found to be completly believable.....Gentle almost in it's sexuality....
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Wow... brilliant peice- I've never really read male homosexual erotica either as "unforgivenangel" stated, but you write so beautifully, about your love. I like how you say, in the poem, that they are expressing a love, they dared not speak of, because well, afraid of the rejection from peers... I'm not sure, just liked it, and I'm applauding. Keep penning.
Stephanie
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hey, that was a really nice read....I bit too descriptive in some places for me, but that is just my thing. I did really like it though and the last lines:
I am a
man/man/man/man/man/man/man
searching for answers from a
boy/boy/boy/boy/boy/boy/boy
I am a
boy/boy/boy/boy/boy/boy/boy
man/man/man/man/man/man/man
who stands in a circle
finding himself
I think that your use of repetition is really nice and I liked the poem more because of it. so good job! -
Wow. Breath-taking. I'll admit I've never read any male homosexual erotica, and it's not something I'm very used to or comfortable with reading, but you wrote it so well it just drew me in. I believe, like dark feelings, that it is beautiful to be one with yourself, and if that means being homosexual and free-spirited, then so be it. You are made the way you are, and you are beautiful that way. Don't ever let anyone make you feel differently (besides you write beautiful poetry from your feelings). It actually kind of aroused me (I'm with Misty on that one, seven days of men would be awesome!). Excellent write. You are a very talented writer and you express your feelings well.
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Wow, I love the word choices you use to describe the male anatomy: "male milk", "champagne-flute staff", "male eggs"--they're all stylistically fitting with the rest of the poem. I also like your unique use of repetition and form that set this poem far apart from others.
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Hmmmm... I like this piece. It's well written, and the form is a little strange but unique. I lked the repetition of man/man/man/man/man/man/man. My favorite part was the way you ended it, though. Great write. Thanks for sharing. Keep it up.
~Miranda
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Interesting
Another strange but interesting piece - you seem to bypass the what some think is the root of sexual health problems today - Ladies fondling and cuddling German Shepard’s and Great Danes in satin sheets, and Native men mesmerizing and pacifying baby apes in far off jungles - Albert -
I loved this poem through and through. The form was very unique as well as the topic. I never really thought about how much sex is going on right now. ^_^;;
I love your work so keep 'em coming! -
I'm here...oh sorry won't work sending you my grandmother's dildo
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Hmmm 7 days of
man/man/man/man/man/man/man
Would suit me just fine right about now hehehe. -
i like this..it's a beautiful piece. being one with urself is a beautiful thing...finding who you are. homosexuality is a wonderous thing as well. good job and well done. it's a magnificient piece.
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