There were two boys in a hospital

in March of 1992.

One boy was 17;

the other was 15.

17 year old boy watched from his window -

searching across the way to see his friend get

undressed for bed.

15 year old came to the window & found

me standing there, 17 years old & clinging,

desperate in the hope that 15 year old would understand.

I was more than lucky.

I was aroused & seduced & exposed & loved -

We made love in that hosptal without ever touching each other;

with considerable distance between us -

We loved in the flash of our eyes

& the desire we found there.

We shared skin & our secrets that between us were laid bare.

We slept with each other, though in our arms, we were not there.

And though years passed & he died,

And I shed tears without goodbyes,

I dream of him often...

And I know he still cares.

- For Brian -