Sweet Boy

Face down on the bed,
I’m the boy of our dreams.
Every word is inadequate,
I say we fucked so violently that I bruised the top of my head,
So what, so what.

I mean, the words “sweet boy” whistled through the air,
Two syllables swirling thickly until they landed on my shoulder and rushed through me,
A cloud of locusts or bees,
A thick storm of a buzz, each wing beating.
And I lay there with your voice in the pit of my cunt, in my ass,
Drooling damp on the pillow,
Slamming my head into the wooden headboard.

What are we doing?
I stand weak and flushed,
Sometimes I want to add all the words, the syllables together,
Form sentences that stretch the distance from your mouth to mine and back.
I cannot talk about this swarm growing between us,
A hedge of greenery, a living thing in the springtime,
And we rush in eyes half-closed with coded messages;
Sometimes a cigar is a smoke.


About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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