Jordan took flight in the passage of night,
Left his Lucy sleeping.
Treacle-feet, fever-eyed,
Blessed with a need to taste real life.
Emotions clutched tight to his chest
As his Levis slip slack, knees quake with lust.

Palms cradle cheeks, in the motel lift,
Tongue tracing pleats.
Jordan fixates on the cash he'll invest
In retreat.
Of boys that he's loved, this one's
Kindly and careful and
Meekly keen to trust.

Chasing him crazily, racily under the quilt.
Jordan neglects to recall for a moment
The blood spilt.
Lucy's in bed stuffing pills in her head,
There's no guilt in being free.

Assimilated all city-style,
Faceless in shades.
Supine under sulphur beam,
Contemplates changes he's made.
Downcast and drunken a tear falls for
Each life he's played with, puckishly

Gender nostalgia has clouded
His leanings with shame.
Is libido as fluid as the river
That lent him his name?
Can morphing his sexual identity
Remain a game, indefinitely?

Bivalve in taste and yet spiritually chaste
He's adrift.
Thinks he might find soul
Within any black hole's seismic shift.
Sacrificing a general ascent for
A temporary lift, his heart errodes.

Jordan fucks blindly, insatiably,
Something to do.
Sprinting away from the truths
He should be running to.
Buries he's cock in the first pocket
He comes to, dumbly fires his load.

I guess he wants love but
Commitment belies compromise.
His heart's restless, myopic and
Fugitive flame steers his eyes.
Empathy shot with betrayal
By those who should lavish him with care.

Beauty transcending trust,
Measure a man by desire.
Gauge his intent, subtract innocence,
Assume he's a liar.
Cynical, oversexed, paranoid
Heart wrapped in wire, The poet's snare.

Jordan seeks love in a richness
Above and abound.
Jordan finds solace in the marriage
Of vision and sound.
Jordan's a good kid, I know and that's why
I intend to be right there.