CHRISTIAN
The boy I have never met.
The boy
who come morning will be
slumbering in nervous fingers
and tired grateful arms.
The boy
who whispers
whimpers
and howls...
The boy
who inspires
with animal
growls...
The boy
who has filled me with flames
of want and a world weary
aching desire to live behind
forbidden doors where
the geography of Christian
can be experienced...
explored.
The boy who is stranger and also a friend.
The boy is a promise of what others pretend.
The boy is a puppy that plays in my head.
The boy is the life that I dream when I'm dead.
© JANUARY 8, 2000 By Jason Wright
-For Christian-
who I will meet for the very first time in the morning to come.