jealous of the man who saw you in blue

when you sent me a picture of now
i got lost between your calves and smile
somewhere about your navel
i fell in

we discussed the way blood rushes
and head rushes and i rush
headlong into love

later

when you sent me a picture of then
i wondered about your eyes
and what you saw

who you saw in front of you
when you first sent then as now
did he fall in too

or was his brain too small
in his black silk boxers
with his tight abs
with his well-muscled ass
and rigidly coifed hair

God I hate the past.