BRINE by Carl Miller Daniels
when white water is spilling into the ocean and chicken guts are spread
across the land, then is the moment when the sexy naked big-dicked young man
pauses, and reflects, and eats a hamburger, and walks across the street to
where the boy he loves sits waiting, and the two of them spend about 5 hours
in bed, not sleeping, just touching and groping and sliming each other in
wonderfully sexual ways.
**
then, spent and contented,
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
leaves the bed of the boy he loves.
then, the sexy naked big-dicked young man goes off to
work: painting, and sorting, and priming.
**
the boy he loves whimpers, and
waits for the return of the man that he loves.
**
missionary zeal overtakes the land,
and primordial commencement exercises
graduate everyone who
completed the course work.
**
later that week,
the sexy naked big-dicked young man
and the boy he loves
head off to the wilderness,
fireside chats, roasting
marshmallows, sitting
naked by the fire, heating
their sexy naked lightly-furred balls
by the gentle flame of midnight–
the roar of the ocean is louder
now, and almost upstages
a dinner for two.
**
so, behold the power
of a crater on the moon,
the werewolf in
the cistern, rotting
quietly.
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Carl Miller Daniels is 60 years old. Yeppers. (Burp.)
