After you left...

Before I met you...

Dreams of our lives...

Even in bed with you...

Flashes of memory...

Moments of wonder...

Stashes of laughter

like echos of thunder...

Sickness & teardrops -

Erections & smiles -

All things revisited -

All things worthwhile.

I close my eyes & see

you're a child...

Red head of hair &

secretly wild...

I see Donatello

leave the screen

to come ravage you...

I see a brother who

gently savaged you...

See body pillow

& know it's a Top...

I hear you begging

for my mouth not to stop...

See naked step father

inspiring lust...

See you sinning & winning

then breaking my trust...

I see you hot in

what dad says is fag tight...

I see you Strawberry Shortcake

baked just right...

I see a soldier, a sailor,

a man...

I see you seduce

whatever you can...

See South Haven bedroom

where you made me belong...

I see you grind on

your magic wand...

Purple it was;

I should know;

I gave it...

I see it locked in a box

where you save it...

I see you smile & I

hear you whisper...

I see you reach out

& unzip my zipper...

See the night that you left;

lighting candles for you...

See two boys in love

in the Moulin Rouge...

I see all this when

I just blink my eyes...

See this & more;

I guess love never dies.

- For Travis Mark Kelley -