Positive

Men come and go; a tide of endless foam.

Always left wanting, yearning, a release never enough

But his release is still damp and I’m not alone.

Desire for a connection; endless, faceless pictures. His profile says Jerome.

Thrust, grunt, sweaty finish; was this my fuck up?

Men come and go like endless foam.

Some boxes checked, no femme, until they moan

At the brink of endorphins, testosterone filled, “straight” acting, wannabes, not “tough”

But his release is still damp and I’m not, alone.

Test after test, confirmed. In my cells of white loam,

A present, expected, but not. Clamped on like cuffs.

But, men come and go like a tide of endless, tainted foam.

Days and weeks cascade into waterfalls of years at home.

Casual encounters from, Chad, or was it Dan? Wanting to feel my mouth on his scruff

But his release is still damp— and I’m not alone.

Norvir, Truvada, Prezista. Caustic cocktail that affect my genome

Of self-indulgent, barebacked bliss. Jerked off

Men come and go; a tide of endless foam,

But his release is still damp and I’m not— alone.