| Powder | 
| I once made a confession, | 
| I won’t happen again, | 
| I’ve failed all my desires | 
| after that fateful day … | 
| I once had an erection, | 
| well, sort of, at the age of five: | 
| we tumbled in the bushes, | 
| yes, we made out in broad daylight. | 
| Not sandbox, slide or jungle-gym, | 
| I entertained a different whim: | 
| Our groins playfully occupied … - | 
| It was our first and only time. | 
| Because I failed to take into account | 
| that my «sickness''would be spread around: | 
| all the parents gave advice to shun | 
| that dirty little fairy, | 
| who was out to stain their precious sons… | 
| Sometimes, in those lonely hours, | 
| I can hear his voice in my head, | 
| the most erotic promise | 
| that a. | 
| rnan has ever made: | 
| «If you were a landscape, Love, | 
| a kingdom I came passing through, | 
| I’d stop and reach down for my penis, | 
| and urinate all over you.» | 
| I once had an aquaintance too, | 
| who liked to wrestle me, me, me. | 
| He’d put me in a headlock | 
| or he’d simply sit on top of me. | 
| One sunny day then I found out | 
| that touching me got him aroused, | 
| which gave a whole new meaning to the squats our gym-coach made us do: | 
| where he had to sit on my shoulders, | 
| all sweat and sighs, | 
| my head embedded firmly | 
| between his strong warm thighs. | 
| Perhaps all this got me somehow predisposed | 
| for butch guys, bears and things | 
| you’re not supposed to do … | 
| Sometimes, in those lonely hours, | 
| I can hear his voice in my head, | 
| the most erotic promise | 
| that a. | 
| rnan has ever made: | 
| «If you were a landscape, Love, | 
| a kingdom I came passing through, | 
| I’d stop and reach down for my penis, | 
| and urinate all over you.» |