One last poem before you go:
from "Impressionism"
2 men live in a painting
Above my bed--
Locked in time,
Bonded
You can't tell where one ends
And the other begins as they
Swirl through one another
Like the blues swirls through jazz
2 men/in love/cherishing/their souls mate/
spiritual orgasm/breakfast in bed/
picnics on the penthouse floor/waltzing to count basie/
fucking in slow time/with miles davis/
kind of blue/bliss/bliss