Some readers may find this next sonnet offensive. If you might be offended, do not read it.
Double-edged
He lies beside a man tonight. It means
He looks for love. Another night he lay
Beside a woman. His discarded jeans
And boxers mean one thing. That night, today,
No matter where his sleeping thighs are spread
Their hairiness is marker of a man
And not a boy. There on his slumbering head
Some three-day whiskers stick out through his tan
That makes his beauty sexier outright
As if a sorceress or warlock cast
A spell on him while sleeping so the sight
Of him becomes heroic Jason’s mast
And widespread sails in search of Golden Fleece,
Adventure, slammed excitement, and then peace.