Nude Male with Echo #136

Each touch, a blast
of intention lost
in the weather
of the moment
& I, forged in the decision
to be the touch(er)
have already ridden
the whole river,
but you, the touched
have just joined me,
here, with our feet
upon all this water.

Nude Male with Echo #137

That blue
line between
my eyes

is only snow
for you to melt
with your gaze.

The drip
is the target
of our proximity

moving
to cross what
is sand only.

 

Nude Male with Echo #138

There isn’t enough
sun for me to mimic
the puddle disappearing,

but fuck it feels
like there might be
enough to drown me.

Each leg of my blue
jeans is changing
with my mood.

 

Darren Demaree’s poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear, in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, New Letters, Diagram, and the Colorado Review. He is the author of five poetry collections, most recently “The Nineteen Steps Between Us” (2016, After the Pause). He is also the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology and Ovenbird Poetry, and currently lives and writes in Columbus, Ohio with my wife and children.