russ

if i could do one thing i would see Russ again
And how would you not see someone again if the
someone's name was Russ? and i would ruffle my
hands through his hair, stroke his soft shoulder
length hair that smelled of shampoo and of new
washing and i would put the back of my hand to
the front of his cheeks, ah, and then
i would kiss him
Russ, i should have kissed you!
if i hadn't missed it we would have linked hands
real quiet and found a bed in that large house
or gone back to your small house and spent the hours
touching, touching, minutes undressing
shut the door and out of sight,
say goodbye, turn out the light
twisted like serpents or like
servants of One Love,
twisting our twain flesh all that night.