Each morning they ride to campus, hands grasping the torso of the guy in front of the other, their hard thighs tightening around each other until their knees locked like brakes.
From the sidewalk I never look closely at their faces, too concerned with the possibility that the one in the back might have pulled out his cock for the one in the middle to rub against his basketball shorts.
When I lie in bed, I think of the three whose faces I barely recognize. So I picture them wearing helmets, naked below the neck, picture the driver rubbing my nipples
with his thin leather gloves. I am the machine they bear down to the asphalt.
Man Made Paradise
When I put on my pleather vest, I imagine you / rubbing it, the thickness of your thumb / separated from the spiny thinness of your index finger. You press your face against my back, inhaling the scentless plastic / thinking you could wrap this vest around your head like a dry cleaner bag until you drifted off toward your heaven. Breathless, I cannot speak the thrill of your teeth grazing my neck / exposed to your incisors that my spiked choker cannot cover. / Your muffled words make my lower back quake. / My spine will break like a frayed seat belt in a car crash if you / do not remove your mouth. I am these clothes. / I wear you out with the need to play with belt and boot buckles, to unzip my vest and vinyl pants. I am encased in synthetics, until you can unpack me so that I am only a man, divested / recreated / raw.
I am in love with a married man who fucks me every Tuesday afternoon.
He prefers the breakfast nook so he can see sunlight slicing blades across my pale chest.
Without him, I never would have connected sex to the firmness of oak beneath me,
nor would I have taken a man in this stark light; I trace his nipples,
feeling them harden. I'm too nervous to ask why he trusts my ass where he eats,
if his husband knows about me, if his husband and he think of me
when they push inside one another.
Justin Holliday is a teacher and poet. His work has appeared in Glitterwolf, Sanitarium, Phantom Kangaroo, and Queen Mob's Teahouse.