this serves as both hello&goodbye
these intersecting rivulets of fluid thought and emotion
comprise the landscape of my inner self, which has gradually
succomb to the arid heat of malignancy and contempt. I was
aching with thirst when our paths collided, two solitary
rain droplets on a winshield at ninety miles per hour
melding into one another, unexpectedly, instantaneously,
completely. Your insides were made of storm clouds that could
remedy my drought, but I weathered your storm, deliberately
seeking your eye, your center, at which you found your origin-
I discovered a cocoon tucked neatly among the chaos, and
within it, there was a quiet that resounded like the
eerie hush that befalls a city at its first winter snowfall.
in this pervading absence of sound, i was enveloped and
for the first time, silence helped stifle the panic that rests
in the hollow between collarbone and breastbone, threatening
to swell aggressively at any passing moment--like the private
places between virginal thigh that split open like being
filleted with the swelling of unwanted touch; or the
inadvertant erection that divulges the secret of illicit
thought believed to be protected by private musings; or
the purple velveteen lump of bruise beside a triplet of
raised scar tissue grown white with neglect and time...
I've found an escape in the calm you hold inside
and I curl fetile within you, my heaven-sent, eucalyptus,
savior boy. [a simple thank you just wouldn't suffice]
comprise the landscape of my inner self, which has gradually
succomb to the arid heat of malignancy and contempt. I was
aching with thirst when our paths collided, two solitary
rain droplets on a winshield at ninety miles per hour
melding into one another, unexpectedly, instantaneously,
completely. Your insides were made of storm clouds that could
remedy my drought, but I weathered your storm, deliberately
seeking your eye, your center, at which you found your origin-
I discovered a cocoon tucked neatly among the chaos, and
within it, there was a quiet that resounded like the
eerie hush that befalls a city at its first winter snowfall.
in this pervading absence of sound, i was enveloped and
for the first time, silence helped stifle the panic that rests
in the hollow between collarbone and breastbone, threatening
to swell aggressively at any passing moment--like the private
places between virginal thigh that split open like being
filleted with the swelling of unwanted touch; or the
inadvertant erection that divulges the secret of illicit
thought believed to be protected by private musings; or
the purple velveteen lump of bruise beside a triplet of
raised scar tissue grown white with neglect and time...
I've found an escape in the calm you hold inside
and I curl fetile within you, my heaven-sent, eucalyptus,
savior boy. [a simple thank you just wouldn't suffice]