Gifts- by Juan M.S.

I wander among desks, numbing my life with work,

and you storm in with your sexuality in your hands,

wrapped up in romance and expectations,

and you offer it to me, all at once or in installments

of compulsory drama and tears

and gratuitous laugh and joy

and I accept it as if it had always been there

ready to go, ordered by me,

and in exchange I leave my sexuality

wrapped up or simply bared in front of you,

and thus we exchange our gifts till dusk comes

and the days is over and I go back home,

and I rest my boredom in my four-walled holliday.