Fireflies
dance with midsummer’s moon
in a field of silvered buttercups,
like fragments of lightning calling one another
in delight to be freed from thunder
too grave for warm darkness
and romance.
Beloved,
your name is on my lips
in the hours when starlight shines brightest,
when sweetest dreams caress consciousness to waking
and shadows reconstruct the known world
into gentle mornings
filled with hope.
I’m sad because Keegan is clearly in for a heartbreak. Hunter isn’t caught up in the infatuation, isn’t interested in anything more than the sex. You’ve shown us very well that Hunter is embarrassed about Keegan. I fear it will end it tears.
These evolving multidimensional relationships are so true to the web of life. People are complicated; their lives will be too. My heart breaks for Markus, smiles for Kent, and worries over Tad, Nate and Chris. That you can do all this shows your gifts as a writer.
What an amazing graduation and send off! Thank you for bringing us into CJ’s life, and into the life of so many who crossed his path. You have given me and the rest of us so much in these tales.
This is such a wonderful story. It’s romantic, and impossible to stop reading. On a day that it is raining and cold, its sunny outlook warms this reader through and through.
Tom is such a long suffering man, one of the legions of us who can’t ever manage to say “no.” It’s a valuable thing occasionally, especially when we need someone. But sometimes that trait can get us into trouble, can’t it?
This is such a sweet, romantic story. These characters aren’t the only ones who were hooked. You reeled me in like an expert, and you didn’t have to use very exotic lure either. It’s a really beautiful story. Thank you.
I will join others in congratulating you on the way in which you portray intimacy believably and easily. It’s one of the ways you open your readers to your characters. It’s a great gift you share with us.