May 2012
2 posts
And Then You — Greg Laswell and Tupac, by Mother...
from Christopher Coake's "Solos"
I went to him and unbuttoned his shirt and slid it from him. His eyes went wide, but he did not stop me. His chest and arms were almost frightening. They still are. His muscles are so distinct, he sometimes looks like a man without skin. I touched his shoulders and he shivered.
He was very rare, I thought, and maybe then I fell in love with him.
You can unbutton your own trousers, I said to...
