i washed him/
i washed him with the blue washcloth/ i washed his teeth, inside his mouth, his lips, and down his neck/ i washed his balls, his hole, his cock, i have wandered in the woods of him/ coming home late in the winter with his cum still in my mouth/ i washed his melancholy eyes as distance was only noon we talked in moving fingers and entangled secrets as if the gloom of him had overcome the chaos/