No Eagle

No Eagle

A Poem by Anthony Medina

when i’m a man 

is when my size finally finds use 

not lifting boxes 

but caressing holding 

the soft frizzied hair sweet smelling olive colored you, 

5 foot 2, 

i notice it when you sprawl over my 6 foot something frame 

Marge & Homer call it cuddling 

but they divorced for an episode 

for the sake of modernity 

i smile when you borrow into my chest

from my chin

i can see how you feel

rock

swinging in a storm

arms made for latching on 

latching onto what we most love in the other 

followed by what our mouths think is necessary 

even 

higher we get 

conceptualizing on such a degree 

can receive a ticket 

jail time, 

first time where ever we found what makes us write 

will be the most passionate response 

entailed 

for me it’s Long Beach 

you well there’s clues 

Red Woods up north, 

hopefully not where i committed crimes 

another time shorter hair 

no beard 

they won’t recognize me 

even when i only desire that they do. 

© 2016 Anthony Medina


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Anthony Medina
Anthony Medina

Los Angeles , CA



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