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 BluesRead more.


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