There was no denying it. The moment his heart and his mind collided and uniformly made the connection, his body could not possibly dare to contain the thought. It would feel akin to the pressure of the sun inside him, no doubt the heat, and the volatility of every colliding hydrogen atom at the sun’s core was but a shadow of the power he felt bursting from within him. 

“I love you, Jeremy.” He spoke the words simply, quietly, almost a whisper on the summer breeze. Even as soft as the words were on his tongue, they bored down upon the atmosphere like gravity, pulling towards his lips. Like the bass rumble of a nuclear bomb, and with similar searing heat, his heart thudded in his chest. 

Jeremy just looked at him, stunned. Inside him, it was like a violin string, taught and strong as steel, had been plucked and vibrated from the crown of his head to the tip of his spine. 

And like that, in the sticky, hot summer afternoon, in a room full of people at their wit’s end, they came together. Jeremy’s lips were cool, soft and supple, but held an urgency as they acknowledged the awakening in him. He had never contemplated love between him and another man, and had never fully understood why he could never comfortably be apart from Andrew for more than a few days. The gravity that held him there next to his friend had a name, love. More than a name, it had with it the missing information that completed his longing. The passion in their kiss was like a solar flare, popping and burning, connecting them for the first time. 

For both men, it was a reawakening. Andrew finally understood how he had been able to give up his life for Jeremy’s, and Jeremy understood finally why he could never allow Andrew’s life to be taken. It was selfish, for sure, but he understood that, were the situation reversed, the same result would have ensued. All it took was that four letter word, love. 

It is said that love is like fresh air. Whoever said it was wrong, very wrong indeed. Love was more than fresh air. It was the crushing wind that could topple trees in it’s wake, and still so gentle and constant that it could carry a butterfly across an ocean unscathed.

And then I woke up, weeping for more.

El Paso, Tx

El Paso, dry heat // Delicious creosote smell // Like rain in my dreams //

Brought from another old blog

I dreamt of a set of rings, that looked innocuous as any others, except one was mine, and one was yours. I gave you one on the day I kissed you, sealing forever those lips to mine, and our hands met, sealing the rings to each other. When we were apart, the aperture where my ring belonged in your hand would remind you to come home to me safely, and when we were together, those apertures would lock our hands, entwined in an embrace, until we must part again.

I once presented you with gold
And with it came a story told
Of how my heart bisected cried
Of missing yours by its side
A ring, a token of my care
With mate, t’was forged to make a pair
and interlocking rings they were
my testimony, proud and pure
that neither you nor I, complete
lest our twin rings do come to meet
Affirming love in all it’s grace
If only dreams could leave this trace….

So this is my first attempt at Iambic Tetrameter. Perhaps, pentameter to follow.