Only Boys With Mohawks

mohawk boy
you have sex written all over you,

your gaze,
your hair,
your hands in mine,

you must have something for my
fingers to get stuck in,

like my foot is getting stuck in your limbs
my hand is getting stuck against yours,

your shearling jacket,
mohawk boy

you are perfect for me.

and then the night is over
and you are gone.

i go back to thinking where i can get
sex as good as yours,

and then i remember the impossibility of appearances
the impossibility of sincerity,

with a boy like you.