From "Wicked Child" by Abraham Katzman,
in The Badboy Book of Erotic Poetry, ed. David Laurents


You are in the desert now.
You are wandering as my
hand finds your cock.
I press my palm to your chest
as I pull your cock toward me.
You arch your back some.
Your cock is all you are for a moment.
I lead you to my bed,
untie your wrists,
wrap the leather cord
around the length of your cock,
the prayer box close to the head.
I want your hands on me.
We build a sukkah together
on this bed, three walls, no roof.
I will fuck you this way.
Never let you cum.
Never let you cum.
I want you to feel your ejaculation
with your ass. I want you to
feel it inside. I want you to
talk to me as you cum. I want
your ass to talk to me. You will
cum with my dick in you.
My dick will hear you cum,
fighting the leather cord
that binds your cock,
sheaths your cock.
I'll unblindfold you then,
show you your cum then.
You will cry at the hours passed
in this desert, at the years passed
in this desert. You will cry
when I shw you your jewcum
and I will explain to you the wicked child.
I will explain to you this holiday.
I will explain to you Passover.
How our people, our tribe, wandered the desert
for forty years. How we were slaves in Egypt.
How our gay tribe of jews
fucked each other's asses
even then in the desert.
How we spoike of it as holy.
As a way to understand G-d.
As a way to understand.
In the desert our brown skin,
our cum on brown skin.

I will explain to you,
on this holiday of our togetherness,
how I was once a wicked child.
How wicked children grow to be
wicked men. How I am selfish.
How I love myself. I want the tallis
pressed to your face now.
I want to see the outline of
understanding on your face.
I want your skullcap off.
I want to see your hair.
Your jewcum on your belly.
Your safety in being with me.
Your yiddishkeit
unmistakeable as you finally cum
and are still surprised.
As you cry at the beauty of your cum.
We are men. We love each
other. We are jewish men.
We love each other.
I love you most.