I was waiting for the day this book floated into my home since the pre-order. For the halls of queer poetry, this should stand proudly in the test of time. Lofton's careful words drip into a pot of hibiscus, sex, honey tea, bloodied tears, love, longing, and dashes of nostalgia (parts bitter, parts sweet). Two poems that have a hold on me are (1) petting the dog - lord, what a way to drive how men can treat our souls and (2) double u, double d - visceral gleams of summer evenings on the front yard. 5 stars, order it nowww.