1,
Before confronting your body
We looked around the bed, as if
The condom was an earring
That rolled off a bedside table

I ask you to spread your legs
You ask if I feel anything.
My fingers keep searching:
An upside down
Deep-sea diver.

Knuckles pressed, two fingers,
there it is. A magician
asking the audience
“is this your card?”

Palms on my temple
For being a good boy.
I consider putting my fingers back
to bury the quiet gentleness
With the intensity we expect.