Tea and Sympathy

By Gavin Kayner

I was heavy and wet

With desire

I couldn’t bear it easily

And stumbled

Stooped shoulder

Under its fierce weight

A thousand fires burned in my mind

Scorched my emotional landscape

You could see that I was

Slow and awkward

Damned by my rioting schoolboy carnality

But you well rich with sex understood

We fell onto the soiled bed like stones

And you patiently

Gave yourself up

Later I was sorry to have been there

Knowing it was gesture only

Still, it was a kind of tea and sympathy

No boy should do without

About Gavin Kayner:

Gavin Kayner lives in the Sonoran Desert. His plays, prose, and poetry have won numerous awards and appeared in a variety of publications.

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