And while you may not see it, I’m blushing, too. But that’s because of your very kind words. I know it was kind of heated, but somehow it felt right. Thank you for commenting on this.
This is a fantastic slice of what could be real, actual. The pain of Tobias and Sloan drifting apart is as painful as Tobias’ injuries. Beautifully written, utterly convincing. And there is a bit of hope remaining...
A year has passed,
the leaves are raked,
but friends will last,
your cake is baked;
and candles lighted, tall and bright,
to wish a Happy Birthday night.
Happy Birthday!
It is kind of hot, I admit it. Perhaps it is the poetic version of heat therapy. I’m glad you thought it was good. Thank you for reading these, hot or cool.
Predator
I crouch, a hungry feral beast,
before me lies a scrumptious feast,
for you are splayed upon the bed,
so fair, my breath has almost ceased.
I pounce upon you to be fed,
it's for your flesh my lips were bred
and for your most exquisite taste,
my tongue between your hills is led.
I cannot dine at all in haste,
to hurry so would be a waste
of your involuntary groan
with which your room is loudly graced.
Your pleasure is the best I've known;
CJ’s first term in college certainly takes a back seat to his political first campaign. I loved his interaction with Brett and Cesar. And then in a New York whirl - touching bases in all kinds of places, rubbing elbows with the famous and the star struck - it says a lot that Ozzie adapts so well to CJ’s celebrity status.
Elijah and Tony: friendship sailing into deeper waters, developing into something that will bind heart and memory. This chapter aches with melancholy and dull pain, like the bruises on Elijah’s body. Beautiful.
This is a sweet, sad story. And what a fortunate outcome for Sam, in that maybe his life has a chance of getting brighter. Thank you for doing such a nice job on this.
I read these lines and know of your strength beneath the cold and wind. You tell of voices I have heard, and feel the same disjointedness I have experienced. Thank you for your recollection of these things, for you remind me to look for the sun, and to listen for the voices of those I love.
Thank you, Def. Perhaps a poem is as good as a snapshot, sometimes. If good images and memories were captured here for you to recall, then this poem fulfilled its purpose. That, and I hope it made you smile. Many thanks for reading, and for your comments.
You again proved your mastery as a writer. I was left happily wordless by this. You brought so much to my mind as I read each line, each section. Images and connections flooded my brain. Bravo.