Sonnet 10
(for Greg Wright)

Is the ideal of beauty in a man
To be found on a crowded Uptown street?
To put on paper would be indiscreet
But I will do the very best I can
Masculinity framed in feline grace
A body that I feel as much as see
Regularly tantalizing me
I live and die by the look on your face
Insidious circumstance I descry
That forever keeps you at such remove
No matter, my devotion I will prove
A patient victim of yours I still try
Delicious torture spending time with you
Forbidden pleasures in my mind accrue.