When I heard this poem that weekend, I knew I had to have it.
My Boyfriend Kyle M.
by Laural Winter
I discovered your chin the other night.
We were quietly discussing where to eat dinner
when your chin became as notable as the rock of Gibraltar.
It rose taller than the Empire State Building.
Gaining importance,
gaining against my will.
Your chin captured me,
whipped me into shape.
I never knew I was a masochist.
Your chin impregnated my imagination like so many swimming
anxious spermatozoa.
Calmly,
I watched as it moved up and down,
up and down.
I didn't know what to do.
Didn't know how to break its spell.
That is
until I threw you on the bed
and sat on your face.
Copyright 2003 by Laural Winter.
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