Olafur: The Company I Keep

Olafur: The Company I Keep

by Jack Fritscher

Some tribes sacrifice bears
to the sun; instead
I wear my Olafur’s
tall gray wool socks
tight around my own furry calves,
kinda how his arms in tattooed sleeves
wreathe around my shoulders
and tangle me into the rugged brush
of his nippled pecs

He is noon
I am night

Mirrored deep in his blue Levi’s eyes,
I see my dark bearded face
lick and chew
his long Buffalo Bill blond hair,
his hairy torso yellow fire
steaming like sunlight on wet,
me licking
down his fur-ocious
chest belly balls taint feet

No dark eclipse slices between us