Young Ares

Had I known yesterday morning

That I would write a poem so soon after the event,

Had fate warned me of such a thing

I would not have believed it.

Last night I slept with Ares,

A young Ares.

We talked of dogs and cats,

Of music and beer,

He was mine for a night and I

Explored every part of his body

And he did mine.

Oh rapture, explosive rapture!

At last he drifted into sleep,

So soon after the event,

And I looked at the perfect boy,

And he awoke and said "it's time to go,

For it's 5:00 and my father will kill me.

I'll tell him a lie, that I was bowling

And with friends, and I'll see you again so soon,

And I fell asleep on the couch and

I think he'll believe."