Bromance
Somehow we had
managed it—a meet up
at the Cloisters
complete with pics we
took of each other
in that courtyard near
the espaliered branches
of a pear tree. Strange
to think the monks of old
could bend nature
to do their bidding—
maximizing the number
of fruits each tree
could bear though it
was November and all
the branches were bare—
the base of the tree
burlap wrapped—ready
for a long sleep.
I don’t know where
we ate. I only remember
leaning on the balcony
railing as his body
towered behind me
with forearms only
a drummer could have
at rest on either side of me
and I felt that bliss
of enclosure, of being
embowered
in the steady hum
and rhythm of his breath.
TIMOTHY LIU's latest book is Down Low and Lowdown: Bedside Bottom-Feeder Blues. Read more.