Iceland (to a fellow stranger)
From a Sigur Ros trance visions
Arise from my mind mist-like
The rigid penis of a man
Forty years my junior
A man not knowing not
Caring what his preference
Might be
Wanting my touch wanting comfort
As vampires and super-heroes
As animated teens from a world
Dream leaped over walls again
And again and neither wine nor
Marijuana diminished the absence
He felt no one else willing to break away
From the entertainment to hold him
Except me
Jack 6/19/12
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