Big Picture – Poem by Paul Hostovsky

Artwork by T.H. Cayne
Artwork by T.H. Cayne

Paul Hostovsky – Big Picture

And what are we but two
ticks who have found
the deer-throat of love, love?
No different than all
the other little borers
and all the little fuckers
out there in the world
who would eat us if we
weren’t already lovingly
eating each other right now
naked on the living room floor.
I came in from raking,
took off all my clothes,
jumped in the shower,
and then stood before you,
dripping, glistening like
something pulled from the sea,
asking you to please
check me for ticks, love.
So with your eyes first,
then with your fingers
and your lips, you obliged,
grooming me like the primate
that you are and I am.
And although you didn’t
find any ticks, you found
I was getting aroused,
and you were getting aroused,
and you took me in your mouth
as the west wind blew
all the autumnal tumbling
leaves of the world around
and around and around outside
the big picture window.

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