ACROBATICS

I grasp firmly his ears,
reaching out for his tongue,
I'm sustained in the air
by his stern grip
of my genitalia.
As we float and cavort,
I dare not look below.
The bed is far beyond
the reach of our feet.
I stretch out my tongue,
tie it up to his tongue,
so that he can rest.
I'm now held by a kiss
and by his two ears.
Let him not let loose.
I don't want to fall.
I want to believe,
for a second,
that his grip is enough,
that it's true what they say
about love.

Ernesto Sarezale, 2000-2004
www.sarezale.com
sarezale(at)yahoo.com