this is a poem about Daniel

(and every boy I've ever loved)

if you are sweet to an artist

if you are good to Him, if you

cast light on the parts of him He is

disinclined to see

you will find yourself in his art,

the Experience Manifest.

if you torment

and occupy him,

if he fights the idea of you while she is close

but sings for you  

six shots out the door

you will find yourself in his body

of work.

if you kiss an artist

and he looks beyond you,

somehow cannot marvel your body

(would that he could, only--)

He is unaffected & you can taste it.

you can find no part of yourself

in what he does.

but She is there,

look