I Like Metal

I waited some months
before treading the mad
water of casual sex. He
says he's 24. Dumb. Makes
me smile like his mother might
when he speaks. Bless your little
heart. Clothes off then... Viking!
Mouth agape in awe of this boy.
Fucks like a beast. Mouth on mouth
balled up in each other. "I like metal."
He says with the ring in his nose -
like bull. Shit tattoos and nothing
between the ears except tribal gauging.
Everything down below the fat, soft lips
and big neck. The feet, like a god's.
I told him he was a present from
Valhalla for me as he breathed hard
into my ear from behind. Weaving my
name in and out of grunts, moans and
breaths. Bearded, blond, and big --

five hours of his ship sailing against
and away, against and away from honey-brown
ports. Sigh.


Gaman at hitta þik. (Pleased to meet you.)~Old Norse