“Sebastian” by Randall Ivey

The tragedy of those tattoos
Does not dim the rest of what
Is incandescent in you – a face
That could enslave Troy or make
A pussy-hound go crazy for a boy.
The granite cock with Kaiser hood,
The ass bulbous and bright that could
House another hefty cock if only it would.
The rose-tipped tits beneath the blasphemy
Of ink, biceps made to encircle the timid
And weak seeking his Prince Charming
In the wasteland of all-male porn.

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Randall’s fiction, poetry and non-fiction has appeared in the gay and non-gay press throughout the US and England, including Assaracus and The South Carolina Review. He has written a novel, three short story collections and a book for children.