This Poem is Both Thank-You and Erotics
Poetry by Evan J
This Kirby is the me that I could never be to you.
This Kirby is kiss, it is mistress.
These Kirbys are foreplay.
This Kirby wants your tip to tingle, your bits to unsettle.
These are Kirbys drawn by rearranging leg hairs with a tongue.
I tell him all this, he mouths “ Y e s .”
This porn it needs much poetry to write.
I want this Kirby to lick the scented hymn that is my ass.
It wants beads of cock drool slobbing deep in its Kirbys.
This Kirby should be erupting “YES” !
This Kirby will do everything my brain and bod are too hetero to do.
This Kirby bares my shame, he hugs the softest “yes.”
It was your Kirbys gave me guts to grunt real pains into my Kirbys.
This Kirby will never be the Kirbys I’ve been blessed to hear you tell.
This Kirby is me leaving. This poem is for Kirbys left behind.