Daniel, Let Me Hold You Now

All the Pink Floyd pigs on the wing fled long ago

—with their Les Paul angles—

And God was long dead by the time

Jesus molested Nietzsche And Freud—

What Prophet Muhammad really said

About love and men was lost

Eons ago in an Alexandria library fire—

But Daniel, let me hold you now.

It will be 100 years until manned spaceships

Travel Voyager-like, past our solar system;

In 200 years Salt Lake City finally sends a probe to

Now-barren Kolob—God’s home planet;

At least 5000 years must pass before we find

We beat Vulcans to the first warp drive;

But Daniel, let me hold you now.

You fit perfect when I hold my right arm out to hold you to me,

And I’d march across all of Mission Valley once again

To share a bedroom with you one more night.

I miss teasing you by calling you “my lord”; I miss how you

Disappeared only to show two hours later

With a college boy whose dick you made me suck.

You walked to pick up our pizza dinner I paid for;

You never stole my drugs, money, or cellphone.

But Janis Joplin and I know about men like you, Daniel:

I never actually gave you that

Little piece of my heart

That you have still.