He moves in with his lover by Tim Bryant
- Jun 13
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 13
They
Load unload carry sweat
Boxes stack
Stock the fridge, don’t let regret
Cross their mind
They may find
Living as one brings them closer
This empty place won’t stay empty
His stuff and his stuff is their stuff
After all
Shopping for two at the store
They’ll have more than enough.
They’re a they now but not that kind
Couples aren’t found but designed.
He’s so fine carrying boxes
No-shirt Antinous of the foxes
He catches him glancing
Like that night they went dancing.
The smell of fresh paint
A black cat named Saint
They sweat as they move
Still hot and in the groove
Love is queerly inspired
No shower required
Breathe heavy take him in
Ecstasy is no sin
No sin
No sin
…then release…
Now the beast with two backs
lies sleeping between grocery sacks.
ABOUT:
Tim Bryant (TimBryant.net) writes plays and poems in a city full of screenwriters. He’s a member of Playground-LA, a playwrights incubator that presents seasons of new works at the Broadwater Second Stage in Hollywood. His children’s play, Jack and the Firebird, was recently acquired for exclusive worldwide licensing by Tiny Scripted.
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