ONE POEM – James Mirarchi

Posted: August 14, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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Sebastian corners you into small spaces

Makes you blush

Forces you into the most graphic light possible

Stripping you of comfy shadows


Travis corners you into small spaces

But subtly owns your territory

His palpable energy field

A friendly violation


Travis is social royalty

Sebastian is his poor man’s doppelganger


Their codependent bond stems

From a drunken teen trauma:

One day, after school

Travis (already a closeted “ladies’ man”)

Dove onto Sebastian

And fired his alcohol-marinated tongue

Into his pal’s stunned mouth

All the while – yanking down his gym shorts


In the courting sunlight

Sebastian remained on the grass of his backyard

As Travis’ tongue skillfully ran up

The underside of his swelling dick

Then along its ticklish slit

Before finally residing on his

Heaving stomach and chest

Which were coated with a sticky sweat and dirt

Travis gave his ribs muscular kisses

Pleasurably pressing down on them


As he held Sebastian’s dick firmly

In his burning hand

He mumbled

Oh, that’s nice. That’s so nice.

Travis squeezed him harder

I like you Sebastian. You don’t act like the other fags. You act like a guy.


This faux-acceptance is what triggers

Sebastian’s sad idolatry of Travis

He even takes on the title of “closeted ladies’ man”

But partially in vain


Like two noble impostors

Both Travis and Sebastian woo their straight female counterparts

But while Travis is always deemed the main feature

Sebastian is seen as the accompanying B movie

A chaser to a Molotov cocktail

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