Uncomfortably alone
a fallen angel stretches long dancing with himself his arms wrapped around him holding his branded shoulder --‘homosexual’ it reads the 4.5 m2 cell block his home the threshold in the underground he finds within the cell the guard outside spying inward through the peephole, the prisoner’s cock out his arm brushing his dark legs.
Are all poets voyeurs? (inside and out?)
in paradiso, ego sum