The Assault

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.