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Clear across the room, shining in dim light,
The rock hard golden boy with baby face
Shifts his weight side to side, dancing in place,
A dazzling Apollonian sight.
But Olympian Brant slows the pace
To greet his votaries with lips pouted.
"I’m not concerned about being outed,"
He says. Yet he does need some private space.
And after the show, the god has to eat,
For exertion makes body overheat.
Off to reinvigorate with a white
Omelette, he’s followed by stalker one night.
Eluding this fan throws off his diet,
Forcing him to breakfast where they fry it.
For Gregory Vincent
From rolling around on the little stage
At King, the dancer in the rude crew cut
Gets all smudged up and a black-and-blue butt.
When body dancing fails to engage
The disdainful bar flies, he tries head stand.
This new contortion also cuts no ice
With the other guys, but his strange device
Gets a rise out of me. About to hand
Him a tip, I sense he’s going to crash:
I hear him squeak out, "Help me!" and fear
He’ll fall and hurt himself. Although I’m near
Enough to do all Gregory’s bidding,
With equilibrium he takes the cash
And–smiling sheepishly–says, "Just kidding!"
For Michael D.
Michael repairs x-ray machines and likes
Anything that has some electronic
Component. Making his near bionic
Pecs dance along with the music, he strikes
Poses with fingertips just touching hips.
Or, rooted in place, he makes body waves
And shadow boxes. With long legs he grips
Your chest with the strength of a vice and paves
The way for entrance to your fantasy.
While I reach underneath to get a buzz,
Feeling up hard globes with their golden fuzz,
Michael’s x-ray vision shoots right through me:
"I’d be tighter," he says, all submission,
"In a slightly less awkward position."
For the Anonymous Law Student
With skin sunkissed uniformly and true
Blond hair sunbleached here and there, this guy sports
Dark glasses at night but omits the shorts,
Playing peekaboo making law review.
By feigning haughtiness he gets away
From raucous music with pouts and poses.
Toying with his zipper, he deposes
Me on the plea nolo contendere
When I’m asked if I intend any civil
Trespass on his person. I pay the fine
By slipping him a tip and thus resign
My suit, settling out of court with drivel
Concocted in tribute to cocky grace
Just so I’m there as he wins his first case.