"Spring Rush" by Aaron Smith
This one's got college jocks & bulges... 'nuff said?
The week is almost over, so it must be time for another Ex/rotic Friday post! This time we’ve got an incredible piece by queer poet, Aaron Smith. It’s got topless jocks, the intimacy of playing physical sport, lustful thoughts & associated guilt/shame. A lovely Friday morning trifecta!
Aaron Smith, a contemporary poet born in 1979, is known for his evocative and introspective poetry that explores themes of love, desire, and queer identity.
As an openly gay writer, Smith fearlessly delves into the complexities of relationships, offering poignant insights into the LGBTQ+ community's struggles and triumphs.
Smith's poetry often reflects his personal journey of self-discovery and acceptance, chronicling the challenges and joys of navigating queer identity in a heteronormative world. His work is characterised by its honesty and vulnerability, inviting readers to empathise with the lived experiences of queer individuals.
One of Smith's notable works is his collection "Blue on Blue Ground," which received critical acclaim for its lyrical beauty and emotional depth. In this collection, Smith explores themes of intimacy, loss, and resilience, capturing the complexities of human emotion with exquisite precision.
In this poignant poem, Smith captures the essence of the changing seasons, intertwining themes of renewal, longing, and the fleeting nature of time. As you immerse yourself in the verses, you'll find yourself transported to a world where the beauty of spring serves as a backdrop for deeper reflections on life, love, and the passage of time. Oh, and some hot topless jocks thrown in for good measure.
Spring Rush by Aaron Smith The college boys have pulled their shirts off and are playing football on the lawn. Their farmer tans pink in the afternoon sun. They toss and jog, slight fake and almost tackle. One puts his face too close to another one’s stomach, grabs the guy’s waist—steady—to keep from falling; then a damp armpit on the back of his neck, as a blond wraps his arm around him in a quick guy-hug. I am old- er and pretend not to see, furtive in sunglasses, looking at them, past them, at them. I could ruin the game by watching the wrong way—professor gawking at students; even a shift between them could change everything: a hand more than smacking an ass, someone pressed too long against a humid chest. Crash of skin, body pushing body into perfect crush. Their biceps bulge, un-bulge, bulge again. It’s not that I want them. I’ve had enough men, and yet I can’t stop looking at them while trying not to look at them.
Discover more poems by this incredible poet, by searching for Aaron Smith's captivating poetry collections: "Blue on Blue Ground," "Appetite," "Primer," "The Book of Daniel," and "Stop Lying," all available from University of Pittsburgh Press.
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