Windows rattled, buffeted by the storm Door locked against the goose-pimpling cold Lights off, 1950s bar heater suffusing My bedroom with a warm, secret, orange glow. These things I noticed, in trepidation Forestalling, mentally edging As a towel was laid upon the carpet. and a small mirror Propped against the heater as silent witness. Chest and scrotum tight, root of my manhood Aching and throbbing I lie, legs spread, re...

Into your room I walked, intent on holding you Deeply aware of your parents' voices through those thin walls Like sirens and accomplices the cicada began And you came to me with summer's eyes. Warm and lazy was summer's breath Soft sweet jasmine through the window melted As the cicada's pulsing song drowned out All but my breath and thumping heart. I froze, mesmerised - and you came to me Turned and pressed yourself again...