Courante
Could we hug,
and cuddle on the couch
while the radio plays good old tunes,
songs about summer and how love feels when you’re young
and so sure of everything you know
that you overlook what’s
obvious?
Lie with me,
kiss me till I'm breathless,
claim territory with fevered lips,
not knowing where your skin stops and my own begins,
let sweet contact's metamorphosis
transform our twin desires
into
There are indeed green shoots of hope springing up in this. Even though you recognized forever isn’t really what it seems, you’ve looked for the growth amid the brown curled leaves of loss.
I feel for Eric. Often asea on this unfamiliar ocean, he has no idea how to steer or avoid awkward lee shores. In this instance, the experiences of lostness, loneliness and exile could hardly have done anything other than toss his emotions and thoughts into an unhappy jumble.
What a birthday! CJ might annoy his dads by sticking to his guns over Northman, but there’s a good chance things will work out and further bite Northman in his poltroonish posterior.
@Aditus Yes, the blankets are ready to be thrown and the dance to be celebrated. But the snow blanket outside my window looks heavy, too. Thanks again for reading, and for your thoughts.
You're really kind to say that, though I have to wonder if there's really a textbook editor that would feel comfortable including this particular Skyscraper. There's a banquet in these seven lines. Thank you very much for your comments and thoughts.
La Volta
Is it wrong
to say that I crave you,
your body pinned to mine in pleasure,
each giving and receiving in equal measure
taking of one another’s treasure
moving in ecstatic
harmony?
I want you;
my need drives me crazy,
but they say desire often does that
to a man who gets drunk on it regularly;
and you are the perfect narcotic,
filling my emptiness
with hard joy.
Remember
It was fun to see the arrival and interplay with Ritch from CJ and Ozzie’s perspective. You handled the intersection of your two stories remarkably well. It’s good CJ was able to get away from Stephen, but it wouldn’t surprise me to learn Northman has laid a trap for CJ in his absence.
What indeed is to be done as time makes a mockery of so much we have held dear to ourselves and our identities? You make this question so clear, so compelling, that I fear the answer.
I could not help warming to your analogy. I hope each of these was like a concentrated cup of espresso. You’re most welcome, and I’m most grateful for your response.