POEM: “Oh, You Gorgeous Man!” — to communicate to just talk / into the calm nights / to hear you talk / to stay patient / as you go on and on
Oh,You Gorgeous Man!
You gorgeous man,
you got me thinking
by pulling us through two cars
across the street
and into the alley
like Coronation Street
or Duluth
just to fucking see
a quaint tuckaway park
in Ville Marie
on the way to the fake beach
with real fireworks
that set off
as I didn’t watch
but tried to capture it
on my phone
what of?
You gorgeous man,
you offered me toilet paper
from a porta john
and suggested
the Haitian grub.
I don’t think I liked the meat much
The beer was refreshing
But like flavoured water,
genre
Gorgeous man takes you places:
Down the brick-laned alleys
And the dead-end dim-lit cul-de-sacs
of Montreal streets.
Just like that!
And at Village
au pied du Courant
he shifts from tables to chairs
to art displays
and walkarounds
variety
but not ADHD
to a yurt-like thing
when it rains
and the walk home
tolerant of your refrains:
“Of OH MY GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!
Of OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!”
Oh you gorgeous man
whose perfect, fit, body I did touch
for whom I didn’t think much
naked
for I was stuck
strangely fierce
for a fuck-up.
You gorgeous man
who spreads my …
mind,
wanting so much
to DISCUSS
to communicate
to just talk into the
calm nights
to hear you talk
to stay patient
as you go on and on:
What wonder it is
to not feel sorry for a man
what joy it feels
to appreciate this friend
as the good friend he can be
and to have a million things to say
whenever we meet
to connect to humanity
through conversation
just talking
and humility
femininity
masculinity
honesty
and …
integrity
Sylvie Hill, Montreal, September 2, 2019