Riverside
Talking to Shakespeare by the riverside,
I am saddened by my lust for women,
how my eyes fixate on the spit that passes from top to bottom lip as they talk to me.
They tell me how they grew up without fathers,
about the boys who broke their hearts,
and I sit patiently, planning to suck their sweetness.
Jealously, I watch a hummingbird in the distance dwindling in the yellows of daffodils,
his heart beating as fast as his wings.
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Author's Note
Lust v. Love
Other stories by Johnny Dantonio
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Good work Johnny. Great look at man's bane, lust vs love. I wonder about where talking to Shakespeare and talking to girls connects but I enjoyed the peom overall.