Playing with God in the Backyard

Looking up, I find my sky
in your eyes, deeper than any heaven
I can imagine.
Reaching for the edge
of your pocket, you move your ass
in a skillful intuition of
avoiding my ecstatic touch.
The romantic retreat just beyond
grasp. But, you can’t
escape completely and I catch hold
of your pant leg, by which
you drag me across the lawn
in giggling jerks, staining
my already stained knees.



by Jerry Gordon
11.1.07