THE FIRST TIME I REALLY SAW ERICH
The first thing I noticed
was the laughter in his eyes.
And his face seemed to remember
what it was to be a child.
His voice was gentle,
but filled with mischief.
His everything glimmered
with freshman wonder...
yet his senior street cred
was undoubtedly valid.
A connection was made
and the laughter looked like fire.
The often ignored child's face
grew into that of a man...
self-conscious & innocent,
yet drenched with sex.
I wanted him to kiss me.
And after he had gone,
I waited for his return.
After his return he was no longer a dream,
but a person,
married & friendly,
and things continued to grow,
words continued to be spoken,
poetry was at last permitted...
And I became ever more grateful for
the first time I really saw Erich.
Written By Jason Wright
MARCH 8, 2006
For Erich Harbowy
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