By Anthony Aguero
He lunged towards my body:
Erect knob cutting towards the East.
He wanted me dead or unknowing &
He wanted me dead while shirtless &
Glistening: beautiful stone skipping
Across quiet water distracting the eye
From seeing the boy at the bottom of
The lake. Drowning & already dead, or
Assumed deceased, & blue at the lips,
He is advancing towards my body:
Rustling Oleander trying to slip into
My mouth. I release my tongue, but
Not for pleasure — for escape & He
Only sees a boy with snapped arms
& thinks This! is mine — this & so
He moves closer; stones in his eyes,
& his cock is billowing wisps of smoke
— the machination of his body
Is about to prepare for his sweet-kill.
But I know of his next move & I open
My mouth in defense of this: my body.
Anthony Aguero is a queer writer in Los Angeles, CA.His work has appeared, or will appear, in the Bangalore Review, 2RiverView, The Acentos Review, The Temz Review, Rhino Poetry, CathexisNorthwest Press, 14 Poems, and others.