Emerald Canopy

Moss covered rocks and Fall leaves decorate Galina Creek Park in Reno, Nevada/ Photo by the author

I risked a walk
In the garden
Virgin fruit trees
Blushing with their first blooms
An open path
Welcoming
With desire I moved in

Beneath a canopy
Of emerald
The scent of the earth
Drew me down
Down, down
Green liquor
Assailed my senses
Mesmerized my intellect
Until I was prepared
To be taken
Fully in

When you came inside me
Beneath that emerald canopy
Satin finish, the dew
On your skin
Setting my mouth alight
Biting my yielding heart
Into submission
How I still longed
For more

I brought down
The clouds
Upon us
Moving together
Without time
Without constraints
But for your arms
Firm around me
Your body
Firm inside me
Making the dew
I would taste you
Long after your departure

Bruised fruit
Once blushing, once virgin
Moved through
Your fervent hands
So anxious
For diamond droplets
Salting your tongue
With the offering
Of my thighs

Was that a martin
Calling
Chirp, chirp
Into the Summer sky?
Or was that his laughter
My passion's follies
Brought out clear
Into the hot breath
Of the sun

I blush to think
How quickly I came
Under that emerald canopy
Where blushing petals
Held onto the morning dew
But I, Never fresh again
Never innocent, shining
My skin, decorated
With bites and kisses
Found its way back
Into seclusion

I left your garden behind
But with regret
Tried to become a virgin
Again

Virgin

(for Brent, always)

I am not ashamed
To write a b-movie poem
In memory of the best gift
A man could ever give me

Let them squirm,
While the best part of me
Twitches in satisfaction

I had taken many men
When I first had you
You had had none

So jealous was your skin
Of what it had never tasted

Your mighty masculine thighs,
Your generous, yielding backside
Wanted me inside you
So jealous of my cock
Was your untouched rosebud,
Winking with lust
As the tip of my tongue
Praised you

Round buttock makes even the
Dazzling moon blush with envy
The heady scent of your perspiration
On my chest

To take, to have all to myself
This one first moment
When you became a man
With a man
Becoming a man all over again

I can make you wet
Before I make you wet
First with my tongue,
And then with my manhood
As I give up my seed
To your frantic grasp

I had your cherry rosebud
By my lips
My tongue could never get enough
But you had never been had before

How I tried to be a gentleman,
To delay the moment
Savor slowly your first time
In love with another man

Your heart inspired me
Your hands guided me,
Bringing my eager shaft
Home to its pink and wam
Heaven

Fast, faster, even faster still
You breathlessly held me tight
As I tried to hold back
From breaking you open so soon
As the night sky fell prey
To the hungry morning sun

Alive inside you
My manhood swells
Against your blushing treasure
You take it all
With lips teasing my lips
With teeth biting my salty neck

You left me as late as you could,
Though still too early,
Too starving for more

No matter how many times
I have you,
Taste you, warm my manhood
In your soft fire,
I will never have your innocence 
Again for the first time

You will never again
And only for me
Be a virgin.