SWEET ONE

The sweetness creeps up

in the costume of a lecherous joke

rooted in lust

or maybe just –

what would happen

if we showed our fondness.

In this case, if I pinned my hair

for the better part of a winter,

learned liquor, kept weapons in my belt.

Sweet one in his velvet suit,

walking home from jail.

Old wolf at it again but

more kind

this time.

Discoveries

He sends his tongue out searching
and crosses his eyes in concentration
what are these feet?
his drool drips
betrayed face after the needle prick
I thought you were looking out for me.