for Neonurotic

The etched slab of his belly,
glazed with sweat from the bout
draws my eyes down,

and I wonder would he let me love him,
mild Patroclus to fierce Achilles,
or does he penetrate only women?

Too shy to ask, I am left
with his poster, one clutched hand,
my opened, empty mouth.

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