the ceiling fan softly rattles. the
first night we were together
i said how scared i was
as a child
of the fan leering at me
a bug
ready to devour
you laughed half-pitying
half-understanding
you said dont worry
if i am here
it cant get you.
i stare at you, admiring
your hair like a silken cloud
thats how i found you
in the darkness
your hand reaches for my inner thigh
your touch like winter days of poland
left to escape the violence of the christians
to
america
but still blood sheds in this new land
too violent with the knife
opening the pomegranate
your blood and its blood
a pact of maternal legacy
i dont move away, and move it closer
i love you, i say quietly.
we both knew that was a lie
but when you are a boy
with a boy
then lies are like sweet nectar on the tongue.