By Honor Schwartz
“You went to l’amour Saturday night/ red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes too tight/His tongue down your throat/His hand up your skirt/Yeah I’m a man/But it still hurts.”
– Type O Negative
Beer #3
I walk into the hotel suite
you press the remote,
smiling to instigate
your hand sliding down the small of my back I know you’ve been charged before
with roughing yet I place each
knee along your thighs
to hear your jawing.
Compliment #30
Your cell vibrates in your pocket we freeze as you puck it out, careful not to fore-check
staring right into my hazel eyes as your agent asks to appeal
the latest suspension,
I mouth yes
defending your actions.
Touch #41
I lean in to tenderly kiss your
deep brown whiskers growing wild
your hand eases into mine,
our tongues glide down familiar ice
I don’t blow a whistle
the game night continues amongst our values cast on untended Zamboni ground. Unsportsmanlike.
After Apology #82
Practice one on one drills leave him no answers, just time to stretch
skate out my kinks.