MISSING ERIC

The Boy Who Saw Me Years Ago And Took An Interrest Then.

The Man I Met At Industry Who Was Fucking My Young Friend.

The Memory Of Me Seeing Him At Nectarine Back When...

When We Were Constant Strangers - We Were Only Familiar Men.

But Now I've Grown To Trust Him And I Love His Written Words.

I Care For Him...More Deeply Than It Ever Had Occured.

The Feelings That I Feel For Him - They Fly About Like Birds.

If You'd Told Me This A Year Ago I Would Have Said: "Absurd."

But It Isn't Simple...

Not At All...

I Love This Friend...

I Write And Call...

There Are No Answers...

Words Received...

And Memory Leaves My Soul Bereaved...

For I Have Felt This Way Before...

When Children's Blood Had Stained The Floor...

When Friends I Loved Were Suicidal...

The Torment In That Damned Recital...

And Now That Dread I Know Again...

I'd Try But I Don't Think I Can...

Pretend That I Don't Feel This Way...

This Poem Has Got To Go Away!!!

I Can't Believe I'm Writing This...

This Sing Song Sweetness Ploy -

This Plum That Drips With Honey Lust

For Prince Of Hunger Boy...

With These Memories And Messages Rife With Decay...

What Is It That I Am Trying To Say?

I Want Him And His Wonderful Friendship.

I Feel That His Visits Are Far Too Infrequent.

I Worry Irrationally...For A Rational Reason:

I Fear That I May Be Destroyed By That Treason

Which Has Haunted Me Daily And Led Me Astray.

I Wish I Knew That He Was Okay.

I Wish I Knew What the Outcome Will Be...

Because I Am A Freak...

Filled With Fears So Unique...

And I'm Missing My Friend:

Eric Spelled With A C.

© OCTOBER 29, 1999 By Menes

FOR -ERIC MICHAEL HALL-

WHO'S FRIENDSHIP IS SUCH A TREASURE...

WHO'S BODY AND MIND ARE SUCH A TEMPTATION...

WHO I LONGED TO SNUGGLE WITH WHEN HE VISITED ME LAST...

AND WHO I WOULD MISS VERY MUCH IF HE WEREN'T IN MY LIFE.