Bonfire

[vaneramos]

Light lithe on t-shirted shoulders
you play guitar.
Unstudied manliness.
Notes too gently sliding
under party's transparent laughter
for anyone else to hear.

Beside you for a while
I recall how it felt to crave
what I couldn't have.
Only a boy then
and the space was endless.
I imagine the crowd away
just two men
reclining shyly across red light.
Wanting only to touch
the curve of your side,
thinking no more.
Our minds combining
to heights our bodies could never share
talking of Socrates
or Umberto Eco.

Tonight I dare not look,
straight man.
But lean in slightly
to catch the heat
and your tune.
Delicate fingertip.
Steel string squeak,
like your rasped breath
if I could show you,
if I could get close to you.