To a Straight Man

All zodiac all

radar your voice

I carried it

across the Atlantic

to Barcelona

I photographed

cathedrals

cacti mosaic

salamanders

I even photo-

graphed my lust

always

your voice skimming

a woman’s skin

mattress springs

so noisy so birdlike

you filled her room

with cages

camera bright

in my pocket map

unfolding

in my mind

I explored a park

leaves notched

& enormous

graffitied boulders

then

three