SEED MONEY: THE CHUCK HOLMES STORY, The Charles M. Holmes Campus, The Center, San Francisco, 2015.
Just past crack of dawn….
Awake and roused, I could not turn away,
Nor conquer full desire that burned
As much as eastern sky that holds the rising Sun.

He lay upon white sheets, asleep,
Resting from sacrifice he made last night.
I am no saint. I gaze upon this boy,
Want to take him yet again.

His lips, now buried in soft pillow.
Shadows cast upon his naked back….
His innocence possessed now possessing,
Bare ass exposed and tempting me to enter.

So hard to turn away. I cannot leave
Nor shrivel from his yielding kiss,
His darkness freely offered as he stirs, waiting,
Hoping for what I now long to open.