I like white boys
I like them
translucent
the black t-shirt sleeve-edge, white bicep
curve
the cool nape, tide-touch
hairline
the black sock, thin sparse-haired
ankle
the Cleopatra-milk-bath hands, stark knuckles
and nails
the diffident fingerprints
he puts on me
the fierce streak of
black
inside him
(First published on Fringe Gallery’s blog)