consciously cute like a teen
tearaway courting favour or
in an afternoon TV romance,
appealing as a guide dog puppy.
but when naked and alone
concentrated on release.
his hands work furiously
his brows drawn
together in a slight frown.
his breath comes fast, his eyes close,
the dark lids flicker with the late
morning sunlight filtered through the
breeze-blown striped orange curtains.
he is dappled and incandescent.
a few intense minutes
with his hands down his pants
and all’s well that ends well.