Travis was at work

when I stood standing in his bedroom...

Smelling his scent...

The passion we spent...

Our love now revealed in full bloom.

The photos on walls...

The writings...the scrawls...

The pieces of Travis were whispered...

The story of him...

The history within

each fragment

each unspoken word.

The boys that he'd loved here...

The girls that he'd held dear...

The ones before I knew his presence...

The ones who helped shape him...

The gods who'd create him...

Before he would then feed me his essence.

They still haunt my day dreams...

We are all one

so it seems...

In this fantastic dance

with the man of my wet dreams.

- For Travis -

"As IF" there was any doubt!