The Night, In His Sexual Longing
In the taverna, he sits, incognito---
(he’s just 16) among them, the men of the past
and dawdles over a bottle of beer, where he’s
waiting for the night to rest. He stares
at his watch: quarter past ten. Ahh,
more hours, for him, to wait. Till how long
the bottle will last, half-empty now, until
he can see the night in full, naked before his eyes?
His youth is like a blazing fire, ready for action
and in his wildest dream, he claims the night.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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