BOY MAKING LOVE TO THE GULF OF MEXICO
by Bryan Borland
He made love
to the Gulf of Mexico,
a hundred thousand
drooling waves jumping
over themselves,
a hundred thousand
drooling men playing
leapfrog to reach him
with sea-slick fingers
and gravity,
weightless exhibitionist
on his hands and knees,
belly down at dawn,
paying no mind
to the voyeur with the camera
or the jogger who
pretends not to watch.
© Bryan Borland
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So that’s what you’ve been doing! I had come to expect a few poems a week. I love the gulf coast, great R & R
Yes sir – I’d been trying to stay away from the blog for a while just to see what creative energies stirred. I’d last a day or too and then I’d be back to posting as usual. Clearly I’m a blog addict. Recognizing this, when we went to Florida for a while, I decided to leave the computer at home and didn’t even check email. It was glorious!
I’ve got several very rough poems (covered in sand) that I’ll rework and post, but my most productive project was the organization of my forthcoming chapbook which I’m very excited about. Thanks for the comment! I’ve got to make my rounds to the blogs and will be commenting throughout the day. Can’t wait to see what you’ve all been posting!
My work is the anti-poem. Three-day weekend, hoping something creative will come of it.
I’m sure you’ll pull something magical out of your hat, Ray.
All I can say is torrid…torrid…torrid. Good stuff mon amis.
Actually, Val… this poem is about you. I was the referenced jogger trying not to pay attention, and you were the one writhing in the sand.
Cool, yet creepy…….I love it! God I need a new STD, the old one just isn’t doing it for me anymore..
MedicatedLady can hook you up, B!
is it hot in here?
for some reason I see this poem in very short lines.
Like two word lines
– i made love
– to the Gulf Coast
I think I say that because of the hinge of weightless exhibitionist.
Oh and (no pun intended) I don’t think you need cock when you have something as glorious as sea slick fingers
Glad to have you back and I MUST hear more about chapbook prep!
Let’s try it like that.
Hey – I like it like this… the lines are more wave-like. I’m going back and forth on cock. This poem is bi-curious.
*claps* it does look pretty kewl like that, you could even chop the lines more and make some surprises but i just love it!
and, ya know, i’m open to cock *grin*
I know you have a fondness for Whitman and this piece reminded me of one of his works, particularly the very inclusiveness of all those around. It sets up a great image in the mind. Nicely done!
Thanks Tel! Whitman-esque = praise of the highest magnitude to me.
Goodness! *fans self*
Welcome back, as well! As to the sunburn issue (the story of which was charming, by the by), just slather yourself with aloe vera and Let the Magic Happen.
A suggestion of aloe vera as lube from someone in the know. Thanks Joseph!
Dearest Bryan, I don’t writhe dear, I’m far too old. I leave the writhing to you younguns as my best writhing days are past.
sounds like someone was having a bit of fun with those waves. great fun, your poem. hope all is well.
Thanks Michelle! Happy to be home.
It sounds so much like the stories my gay male friends would tell me after a short trip to the beach. But you tell the story with style, and also creatively.
We should hang out, Mariana.
I am sure we would if we lived nearby
Bryan, loved this piece with the intertwining imagery of the anthropomorphic waves. So cool.
is the Gulf of Mexico a reference to a person?
Anyway I dig this sensous poem!
Nice work!
btw, I’m back! I’m back! Nine boring days of military exercise. Yikes.
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